The ocean waves, pounding
with a resounding, thunderous beauty
splashing against the jagged rocks
relentless in magnificent splendor
White-tipped waves, ebbing in and out
eternally to an age old rhythm
that haunts the hidden memories
of creatures above and below the sea
all the golden sun rises over the horizon,
Drenching all within warming rays,
foam flecked pieces of driftwood
tossing about, decorating the sand
as only nature can in her creativity
Seagulls riding the upswept current
voices ruckus in the morning quiet,
sandpipers, walking stilt-legged
unhurried, among the clear tide pools
Head back, I breathe in deeply
the salt air, stinging yet invigorating,
as the tension releases
uncoiling deep inside, I find…
myself
with a resounding, thunderous beauty
splashing against the jagged rocks
relentless in magnificent splendor
White-tipped waves, ebbing in and out
eternally to an age old rhythm
that haunts the hidden memories
of creatures above and below the sea
all the golden sun rises over the horizon,
Drenching all within warming rays,
foam flecked pieces of driftwood
tossing about, decorating the sand
as only nature can in her creativity
Seagulls riding the upswept current
voices ruckus in the morning quiet,
sandpipers, walking stilt-legged
unhurried, among the clear tide pools
Head back, I breathe in deeply
the salt air, stinging yet invigorating,
as the tension releases
uncoiling deep inside, I find…
myself