My Virginia Beach: A Bike Ride (Poem)

This is my response to the shooting that happened last week in my hometown of Virginia Beach last week. You can listen to my read of it here on SoundCloud or through the link below. 

My Virginia Beach: A Bike Ride (Poem)

The soothing summer sound of cicadas
Blends in a sweet symphony with the croaks of the bullfrogs
As the warm bay breeze wraps around my body
Comforting my silent cries
A smooth snake slithers across the shady patches of the sandy trail

As my bike picks up speed
My heart racing
My heart pounding
My quads burning

Om?

Images of implied violence abound
A man stalks around corners
Taking aim and firing
At unsuspecting co-workers
Hunting his prey
The sounds of gunfire muffled
And more like a soda being popped open
Giving his next victims the false sense of security of silence

Om gam gan …

A 3-story office building
The scene of a most horrific crime
Officers quickly swarmed on scene
In a gun battle that was extensive and long-standing
He mouth uttered nothing
His .45s said everything he wouldn’t
Even they were silenced

Om gam gan-ganapatye…

The ripple effect is widening its arc:
From the ex-lover who had left the building just 30 minute prior
From the OR friends who were on the Alpha Trauma Team
From the friends who lost friends
From the home hospital on lock-down
From one of the early officers on scene
To seeing the initial Emergency Vehicles Responding

Om gam gan-ganapatye ganapatye …

The coldness I felt on this 31st of May
Today on my bike ride is being washed away
The humidity failing to stop me,
Yet gives me rise as I crest another dune
With my burning thighs
Soft flesh pressed into the saddle of the seat
As I rise onto my feet
The wind rushing past my ears
The wind wiping away my tears
Deeply sensing how this will affect us all for many years

Om gam gan-ganapatye ganapatye namo namah

On the drive home, topless
Water droplets fell like tears from the sky
Within minutes the sky turned ashen
And roads turned into rivers as
Rains poured down and ozone washed in
A new sense of clarity set in
This…this is where we begin to breathe, love and live again

Om gam gan-ganapatye ganapatye namo namah ganapatye ganapatye namo namah… ganapatye ganapatye namo namah

Namaste

 

 

Operation: Overlord

 

Overlord refers to the Allies’ code name for the Battle of Normandy. The day is referred to as D-Day (June 6th, 1944) and represents the first day of Victory of the Allies over the Axis Powers. D-Day was also a day of significant loss of life for the small town of Bedford, Virginia. The town had the highest per-capita loss of citizens on that day with 19 soldiers killed, most were in the same Company. To honor the 4,400 U.S. soldiers lost on that day, the National D-Day Memorial was dedicated on June 6th, 2001 in Bedford. https://www.dday.org/

This morning as I gently stirred from sleep, I could see a vision of the main arch of the memorial in my mind. It is a tall granite and stone structure and appears as both a tombstone and a Victory Arch, with the word “Overlord” carved across the top. It visually represents the cliffs that the soldiers had to scale, while gun-fire and artillery shells hailed down upon them from above. A tactically disadvantaged position to be in for any battle. Not to mention the vulnerability of a beach landing and having no where to hide nor to be protected.

As I write, I can see how this morning’s image is showing me where I find myself as this time in my life. Through my inner warrioress, I have worked many years to overcome the wounds of my life and particularly those of my childhood. For so long, I felt I was fighting “an uphill battle.” Often my emotional healing involves imagery of waves and beaches. This morning as I awoke, I was being shown how the tide has turned; I have overcome so, so much. While the battle has been won, there is still work to do… Thank you for joining me on this journey!

 

Scaling the wall-0796835935
Image from the National D-Day Memorial Site

Featured Photo by arztsamui at freedigitalphotos.net

 

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