Remember those days, those carefree days
When our biggest worry was
-Will he like me,
-What should I wear?
-My father won't let me stay out past eleven
-My sisiter keeps borrowing my sweaters
And stretching them out.
During the last weeks of our Senior year
We ditched school and drove over the hill
To Santa Cruz, singing all the way:
"Going to the chapel and we're
Gonna get ma - a - a - ried."
When we got there the beach was deserted
We stuck the transistor radio in the sand and
Tuned it to KWAV "The voice of the Monterey Bay!"
We all talked at once except Silent Sheila
Our anchor, our Buddha. Her bookend was
Barbara whose every thought spilled out of her head
Like dice out of a Yatzee cup.
We all talked over each other
And understood one another completely.
It is one of the gifts of being female.
Our talk was delightfully superficial. School gossip.
Cup size (We all wished it was bigger) Doing it.
"I think Durbin has done it."
"Did you hear, she is getting engaged."
"They've been going steady since the eighth grade."
"Do you have your Senior Ball dress yet?"
"My sister is making mine.
Its a high waisted A-line, the skirt is mint green satin
And the bodice white with a scooped neck."
"I'm getting my hair done at The Emporium."
"Go to Zelda's Salon, everyone's going there."
And on it went. The sun went behind a cloud,
The tide came in and before you knew we graduated
And went our separate ways.
From time to time the friends I stayed in touch with
Had bits of news about the others. Patty moved to
Seattle and married a helicopter pilot. In the seventies
Regina was living in a treehouse in the Santa Cruz Mountains
with her 'old man'. Carol moved to Aspen and continued to
party throughout the seventies. Chris's daughter went to
Syracuse and majored in broadcasting. And my friend
Jackie, whom I statyed in touched with, contracted an
Aggressive form of MLS and was gone within a year at
The age of fifty. She was the first friend from high school we lost.
There is something about the ocean.
Some say we are drawn to it because
That is where we came from. I have also
Heard the shoreline is special because this
Is where the three elements that sustain us,
water, earth and air, come together.
The ocean is for dreaming, ageless and timeless
Like the best part of ourselves.
In some fundamental ways I have not changed a bit
In all these years.
I still have hopes and dreams.
I still laugh and feel joyful at times.
And sometimes I ditch responsibility drive to the beach,
Stick my toes in the wet sand at the water's edge...