Rinse and Repeat

“Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Water dissolving and water removing”

GI Joe, ex-Marine, had a stroke
He ran yummy mummies’ exercise boot camp
Now he shuffles down the hill with his cane.

Mike, full time surfer, professional recycler
Sits in his sandy house of broken beach umbrellas,
And abandoned boogie boards
With a better ocean view than every mansion dweller

In August the ocean is warm, wet and ready
A south swells sweeps smooth around the Pier
And they all still say
“You should have been here yesterday.”

Again and again
I paddle west towards nothing
Because
Just over the horizon, beyond the impact zone
I am a better dolphin
Every time

My arms get tired so
I evolve back up to land

Lizard-brain bikini gravity shapes my trajectory
Across the sand,
Not quite straight to the cold shower.

Rinse and repeat

[During the month of Elul 5778 I was encouraged to write using Talking Heads lyrics as prompts and the theme of the month — spiritual reckoning. This is one of those outputs.]