Surf
Wading into The widening sea I feel the water Call to me I feel the tingling Touch of foam A keen alertness - I'm not alone I feel the sun Upon my face I sense a presence Of time, of place I gently float Amongst the waves Allow the surf The sky to praise And in that moment I feel at one With sea, with sky With stars, with sun
I am in the LA airport heading back home to HI. This was like a sweet invitation and spark of excitement to go visit the ocean as soon as I am home! Thank you for this poem where I can feel the breeze and splashing of waves, along with an openness of appreciation!
Excellent, Trudi. Those last two lines are dynamite ... "With sea, with sky
With stars, with sun ..."