The Sea Between The Trees Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Learning to know you
is like cruising along a beach highway,
heavily fringed with trees and brush;
only an occasional glimpse of a vertical cerulean sliver,
or a blinding glint of the sun’s refraction
on the sea tells me there is more there
than meets the eye.

You reveal yourself in waves,
subtle breakers that lap against
my senses, eroding the distance
from the shore to the deep fathoms
where treasures lie.

Between the clumps of oleander,
the frilly branches of ocean pine,
like the frames of a reel of film
in fast motion, you call to me:
“It’s not I who is in perpetual motion,
but you. Knowing someone
takes time.
Park the car; take off your shoes
and come meet me on the sand.”