Monday, March 22, 2010
The giant wave splashed against the sand
a whoosh amplified the thrust
of salty water against wooden columns
once arranged in perfect rows.
The pier started to sway
then one by one the pilings snapped
Ruby’s, at the tip, slipped into the sea,
a life guard tower toppled next
the fish tackle shop soon followed.
They were no match for the winter storm.
In five minutes everything was washed
out to sea and with it years of memories.
Old photos, all that was left reminding me
where the pier used to stand.
A man made walkway across the waves
where visitors stood above the churning ocean
contemplating the end of days.