Patricia Havis
Confetti On The Shore
Confetti on the shore in earthy
hues of varied gold that sifts
and shifts between my toes; drifting,
wandering afar in empty,
homeless nothingness…
They say the sea erodes and grinds
the cliffs to particles of sand,
that wash ashore in mindless drifts
dependant on the waves of time.
But I say sand is desperately
in need of meaning in its life;
Like teenagers in roving gangs
who seek acceptance in the malls,
these particles abandon Mother
Cliff in cliques of rocks, and seek
to find fulfillment in the
ocean’s warm embrace. Then one
by one these disillusioned
particles let go.
Surrendering to cold despair
they crumble in the sea’s harsh
grasp. Its roiling tentacles
that seethe and writhe at moon’s command,
grab them with sweet promises,
then hurl them, screaming, to the deep.
And in the depths they weep and sigh
at choices made; and in regret
they wonder when the meaningless
and emptiness became the natural
way. So trudging through the ocean’s
bowels, in search of nothingness—
they seize a realization—
and it surges with the currents;
and it sings within their souls;
and it lifts them to the surface
to be borne upon the waves.
Until arriving on the shore,
in earthy hues of varied gold,
—confetti between my toes—
they are home…they are home.
Bio:
Patricia Havis is the author of a series of pet care articles for the local newspaper, and most recently, her writing has been accepted for publication by Two Cranes Press. She is currently pursuing a BS degree while managing a background screening company.
