Ebb and Flow

Sitting together at the beach
waves charged us
like wet furious bulls
then quickly receded
as if a sea god
suddenly granted a pardon
sparing us the drowning
we both wished for.

My wife
and her husband
had slept together
and like handing over
a buzzing hive of bees
told us the next day.
We were in shock
from the toxic stings,
or worse, it felt like
bullets fired point-blank
into our raw angry hearts.

We regretted
we had not done it first,
that now it would be revenge
not love, that now
it would only cause the hurt
to spread
like an infectious disease.

Moving to each other,
the sea spray caressed us.
The wounds were not deadly—
our blood did not stain the beach–
and someday we would
remember the pain as only a slight
irritation of prickly grains of sand
pressed between our bare skins.




Author: compasionatecritiques

Michael Eaton Bio Grew up in Littlefield TX and ran around with Waylon Jennings little brother. In high school lived and worked in a funeral home. First came to Austin in 1960 to attend UT. One year later enlisted in the Army. After serving came back to Austin and managed the Texas Theatre on the Drag. Was there when Whitman went on his killing spree from the Tower. Before completing school, decided to go to San Francisco State University. Moved there, and became a hippie living in a commune until graduation with a Masters in Creative Writing. Then came back to Austin and became partners in a stained glass studio, a business in which my eldest son is still involved in Houston. After two more children arrived, needed to make more money and became a new home salesman. Now retired. Recently have just completed conducting two poetry classes in assisted living centers for the elderly in Austin and Wimberley. I write poetry to stay sane in a sometimes insane world.

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