Early Swim
written by: Kara Jackman
@KaraJ1979
A man by the sea
Comes out of his house
Yawns,
Stretches his arms
To the morning sky.
Around him gulls
Swoop, glide,
Cry
Making the only sound for miles.
His silent, blue shack,
Seems to sleep
While the ocean
Nearby
Teems with life.
The dock
Lying before him
worn and tired
as if part of the world around him,
stretches to the sea.
Splash
He jumps and hits water.
Water as far as his eyes can see
At this time of the day.
The dock shakes
Sways
Trembles,
An earthquake
Shattering the once placid sea.
Kara Jackman is an Archivist at Boston University by day and a freelance writer by night.
Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement.
Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.
Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement.
Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.
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