Bikini Bottom


The waves rolled over the tops of the houses.  I watched the saplings struggle against the winds, from the window of my car.  The tide rolled in, roiling the surface of the gathering sky, leaving behind frothy clouds, while moving across the surface.  The waves tumbling over, crashed in on themselves, dispersing the mixture of air and cloud onto the rocks of the shore.

A line of red lights streamed off into the distance with a reverse current of white lights growing in size with the outflow of commuters leaving the city.  I sat in the morning traffic, with my windows down, watching the waves curling over in the wakes left from the bottom of the boats breaking the surface of the sky overhead.

I hoped that she was thinking of me, thinking to come back to me.  If only I had shown her more love.  If I had given her more attention,  I would have awakened next to her this morning.

With no way to bridge the divide, isolated on the other side of time.  It’s just another morning commute in the town of Bikini Bottom.

by malakhai jones
(c) Copyright 2016


    1. Thanks Cathy! I wasn’t sure if I had actually pulled it off. So I really appreciate the feedback on it. It was difficult to create what I was seeing as an underwater scene based on a land and sky view without being overt with it.

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