Tide Pools

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Belinas is what he called it. Our time together was short-lived and it was special.

Submitted: January 23, 2010

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He told me that Belinas was his spot and that you had to hike a ways to get to it. Smiling, he opened up his cell phone and showed  me a photo of a sandy cliff at the edge of the beach. His eyes, wide and smiling, curious of my reaction. The cliff had a precariousness to it: distinct lines of vegetation along loose piles of rock.
 
I followed him to the edge of the water, where the horizontal rocks meet the sand perpendicularly.  Sea grass intermingled between the crevices and foam bubbled in stagnant pools. Tide pools were new to me. squatting down to look closely, I could see sea aenenomes as waves inundated their land. I jumped at the suction sensation under my foot and he laughed.
 
I watched curiously, him bending down to take a look closer, fingering objects with his thick fingers. His creamy tan skin and thick black hair. Not one freckle. He was looking for a starfish and found a few just above the water line along the edge of the a large cluster of mussels. Alive, their tentacles were malleable, folding under and over themselves, though they seemed sturdy and resolute. He showed me they were eating the mussels, covering them and placing their mouths over their secret door, prying open to get the goods inside.
 
Walking along, I tried to imagine how he would be when he gets old. His creamy back more wrinkley. His hair, now slightly peppered, would be fully white and thinned. White beard too. The smile lines along his eyes would be more pronounced, making him look even more kind. I stood a couple of steps behind him watching him survey for bones--I imagined to give to me.
 
How would age weather him? Would his sweet manner and curiousity disappear?
 
Struggle can separate two people. Minds can turn elsewhere to a place another can't help you get out. I would just have to wait and watch for him to return.


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