“And here was Neptune, god of the sea…”
I went to the shore one recent day,
an offshore storm kept strollers at bay.
Surfers will ride a stormy sea.
But I saw none east or west of me.
Then I suddenly saw in front of my eyes,
a soul from the sea—mythically arise.
When I feel I’m where I’m meant to be…
… it feels so much—
Here was Neptune, god of the sea,
and the name of the beach right under to me.
He slid down the wave, so passion bent,
then soon I could see—just his trident.
He exploded from the surf…
…to ride a seahorse,
but was dumped to the briny
with whale’s-tail force.
‘Twas a sign from sea gods to be resolute,
when Oystercatchers flew in winged salute.
So Neptune rose…
…to the top of the sea…
…to again slip the slopes…
… wild and free.
Neptune took the form of Dave,
when he chose to meet a certain wave.
across a fetch of sea
a wave of kinetic energy.
It barreled a hundred miles to shore,
where it crushed against the ocean’s floor.
It forced up a crest of foaming sea,
right where Neptune—chose to be.
Dave Croce’s passion
is to ride the sea.
And I was awed that day,
he rode in front of me.