Thursday, November 25, 2010

Morning on the beach

a memory of a September weekend...

I’d forgotten the sound of the ocean
forgotten its voice
the roar of a natural engine
the swish of white billows
lace curtains in the breeze

I’d forgotten the natural pungence of salt air
smelling salts reviving my swooning spirit
I’d forgotten the motion of the waves
its life force reanimating me

Running barefoot along the wet sand
flying an imaginary kite
tethered only to my reawakened dreams
I feel something soar inside me again

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