Friday, July 1, 2016

July 1, 2016 - Island Ransom


The day turned hazy down at the sea, which means that the sun was everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.  It’s still blindingly brilliant but in a different kind of way, and sunglasses are essential.  The temperature was in the 80s inland but remained about 67 on the shore.

Temporarily landlocked, again.

The tide was out and the temporary island on the left in the photo was grabbed back jealously by the land.  You can see the seaweed all in the foreground--a good clue that the ocean will be back making demands again, and you had better not tarry too long in one spot.  For now, the waterlogged Earth soaks up the sun and enjoys the fresh air again.

Six hours after this photo was taken, the island will be out to sea again, and no one will be the wiser.  We shall point at it from the shore and make up exotic stories about the creatures that might live there.  We’ll harbor secret fantasies about staking a claim on it and turning it into our own island nation.  Yet when another six hours pass again, the island will mysteriously be a part of the mainland once more, and all our hopes and dreams of sovereignty will be dashed.

It’s a game that the Earth and ocean play with each other.  First the ocean steals the island, and then the Earth ransoms it back.  Then the island sings like a siren to the ocean and calls the water in again.  The Earth, discovering that its prisoner is free once more, stews angrily at the imposed shoreline, waiting for its chance to snatch the little piece of land back.

This is a dance they have been playing for a very long time, and the wear of the waves against the straight-sided cliff is an indication of just how long it has been going on.  Things change slowly on the coast of Maine.  Perhaps in another million years or so, the ocean will finally claim the island for good, and they will have to move the ballroom to another hall.

3 comments:

  1. As I read the words it was played out within my heart and mind. I was master of that Isle for six hours. No one was able to penetrate it's borders as I circled the island with eye cast upon the waters. When the land was about to capture the Isle once again I leaped and yelled, I'll be back again!

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    1. I do hope you planted your flag on it, Clifford! (And that you didn't find mine already there, lol!) Thanks for reading. <3

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  2. I did, it's in the tallest of trees.

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