Disturbance of Solitude
By Jim Gorman
Everyday I take a 5 minute walk & go to the beach
Why because it is there, & .....I can
I swim in the healing salt water of the ocean
& body surf the cool foamy waves
Then I walk 1 mile south
return 1 mile north
creature of habit
I sit in my chair in silence ( yes Jim can be silent)
& mediate breathing in the refreshing salt air
& mediate breathing in the refreshing salt air
my silent meditation is broken up by the constant shreeking
sound of the lifeguards whistle;
not that someone is drowning or needs to be saved
but some inconsiderate idiot; big or small
male or female.....decides it is their own private
beach & they are not required to swim in front of the lifeguard chair
between the 2 yellow buoyed clearly designated ropes
where us law abiding commoners have to swim.
This annoyance is bad for my karma & totally unacceptable
to someone of my caliber,who suffered working 30 years at Lakehurst
yesterday, I told the : "Lifeguard to cool it with the whistle"
unless someone was definetly drowning, or bitten by a shark
I had a slight summer hangover
& needed my afternoon nap. He understood my situation & said
he would strongly take it into consideration . You see they made me a honorary
lifeguard, not because I am a good swimmer, I have a navy blue bathing suit
sunglasses & a white hooded sweatshirt my job is to walk the beach & remind
all the lost lost souls to swim between the 2 yellow ropes.
You see that pretty blonde in the high white high chair.
She is a paid "angel" she is trained to save your life
Show her & the retired senior with a hangover SOME RESPECT
I kind of feel like" Holden Caufield of the Coastline"
prevening innocence & ignorance from falling off the ledge
or swimming outside the ropes
The End
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