King Tide
Synopsis: The alarm clock sounds like a "storm warning".
King Tide
King Tide arrives like a conquering invader with the alignment of the sun, moon, and earth resembling an atmospheric storm of horses wreaking havoc and upsetting the delicate undercarriage of my subconscious. King tide always arrives gift packaged within a dream.
King Tide can be a bad or good dream whipping up subconscious waves within a still pond shattered by the motorboat carrying me through life.
Which culinary delight shall you prepare tonight? A rich savory stew simmered with subconscious ingredients, or a sweet topping, light like air, melting across a cake layered with memories?
I’m weary, drifting off, and ready to begin my swim within the riptide of my subconscious taking me with the undertow to drown.
King Tide washes away the subconscious underpinnings of the ledge, readying me for free fall into the dream.
I look into my beloved retrievers’ big brown eyes begging me to release him from his painful illness and let him pass. My final moments are whispering into his ear my fond farewell to a loyal friend always providing unconditional love, and a “thank you” I hope he understands.
The rusting lobster traps are thrown to shore along with buoys warning of hazards. All debris from far away, now my reality.
Love affairs lost;
Feelings hurt; hearts broken.
BEWARE OF CLIFFS!
The beautiful concert pianist and I straddle the piano bench facing each other. Our mouths locked, kissing as if we’re moving together across the keyboard, back and forth, until we meet in the middle, finishing the romantic concerto with passionate eroticism and heavenly accord.
You’re fierce, dangerous, and cruel, King Tide; washing away the undersoil below the train which holds my thoughts racing across the perilous tracks resulting in an avalanche of emotions and taking all aboard to their peril.
CONTAMINATED WATER
STAY OUT!
King Tide rudely washes away the ashes of my father I tenderly placed on his favorite beach leaving no way to visit with him; lost forever.
King Tide whips up the turbulent undertow revealing the discarded; my mind feels like the rusted lobster trap telling me, “no way out.”
BEACHES OPEN!
I dreamt of my loving parents. My birthday cakes, parties, and gifts paid for on credit they couldn’t afford.
The family I never created; opportunities or calamities lost and avoided.
You leave like a benevolent King returning fresh sand from unknown distant ports I’ll never visit which soften my nightmare but leaving a scar to slowly heal.
I awoke to a sun-drenched room. Like the sand and polluted waters King Tide has washed clean, I feel refreshed, walk outside and the rays of sun enrich me with a new found sense of hope.
Thank you, King Tide. Life will continue to be an arduous journey but I’ll eagerly await your return and cleansing sustenance.