I fully expected to walk along the beach
scarf wrapped
warming,
my boots sinking
deep into the sand,
but
instead,
I walked barefooted,
closing my eyes
pretending it was summer.
Whenever I visit home
I walk the beaches
where as a kid
I dug deep holes
until they pooled with water,
collected shells and sand dollars,
the expanse of ocean stretching to the
thin horizon line,
I imagined
floating out
to sea.
I am drawn to the sea.
Here I am home.
2 comments:
I am drawn to the sea too. I feel I am in the presence of the holy each time I see the sea, smell it.
A lovely and evocative poem. Have you published your poetry?
For someone who seems to breathe poetry the question of publishing is a huge compliment. Thank you. The short answer is no.
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