TO BEGIN AGAIN


      The sun high in the sky
      The waves beat the beach
      The tide is coming in
      I see the fog a half mile away

      The wind is blowing
      The sand in my eyes
      I have been here All my life
      Which seems only this morning

      Many people are here
      All shades of red and brown
      It�s an August day
      The smell of salt is strong

      I�m still wet from the ocean
      Evaporating with the droplets
      The rocks beg me to play
      I walk and run toward them

      I know a cave there
      Where the waves of storms
      Have carved deep
      Over many years

      I climb sharp piled rocks
      My feet still bare
      Burning from the hot sand
      A mist from the waves hitting the rocks

      A relief of coolness
      I pause a moment
      Then dry again
      I jump to the wet sand

      There isn�t much time
      The ocean will be here soon
      I enter the cave
      Into the darkness

      A part of me says leave
      But I must enter
      Light fades behind me
      The voices all gone

      I am alone
      For the first time today
      I feel peace in my heart
      I sit looking to where I had come

      I notice the water coming
      Into the cave
      At first slowly creeping
      Then in thunderous waves

      I am trapped
      Maybe I can swim out
      But the current is too strong
      I step back then another step

      The water reaches my feet
      The cave ceiling closes in
      I duck down low
      Then begin to crawl

      The pulsating water
      Ever closer
      Ever deeper
      The rocks scrape my back

      Then a light
      The sun coming down
      Though an opening
      Escape

      On my belly now
      The ocean washing over me
      I struggle for air
      The sand washing from under me

      I look up
      And reach for the jagged rock
      I pull myself forward
      I can only think of getting higher

      Blood as my hands are cut
      Then the stinging of salt water
      In open wounds
      But I climb

      The sun begins to dry my face
      The opening is small
      I am scraped all over
      My body and legs

      The ocean still tortures me
      I know I must survive
      Then the top
      I slide out as the water sprays out

      I am safe
      I look down the beach
      No one has noticed
      But I was born today


      Michael V Hechtman