Waves blush grey on red shores,
                                                Leaving love marks in the sand.
                                                After every gnawing bite at earth
                                                The sea sighs in ambrosial delight.

                                                And the ocean was life.  

                                                Waves bleed red on grey shores,
                                                Leaving bruises drawn in the sand.
                                                After every caustic bite at earth,
                                                Seagulls shriek a funeral dirge. 

                                                And the ocean was death. 

                                                I stand swaying on yellow shores,
                                                Fossilizing my footprints in the sand.
                                                After every glance at the waves
                                                I feel nostalgia for my myopia. 

                                                And the ocean never was.

Thomas Bowser is a recent graduate of the University of California, Berkeley, in philosophy and anthropology. He is currently teaching English and learning Spanish while living in Barcelona, Spain. His poems range from spiritual musings to imagist pieces focusing on nature, or the absurd.