Tag: California

A beach without umbrellas

There are thousands of miles of beach
Where no parasols are erected
To shade blankets
Coolers
And the sunburned

I want to be washed pure
The way a rocky shoreline
Chases all the blue from the ocean
Leaving a roiling, effervescent whiteness

Nature speaks to me
In a soft voice
I must listen for
From deep within

Rarely am I larger
Than when connected
To a landscape
Which makes me feel

small

Ocean, land and sky
What little more need I

Than love?

As I approach
The crow jeers
CAW CAW CAW!
Mocking bird

One more step

Sometimes we do conquer
Nature’s little trials
With graceful power and beauty
A blessed act of style

Should we grow too cocky
Nature, she will smile
With graceful power and beauty

From my little perch
Above the black rock and sand
Where the surf runs to foam
And the blue sky peeks through the clouds

I watch the Earth breathe
Breathing in with the flood
Breathing out with the ebb
The eternal dance
Of the sea upon the shore

I watch the seagull
Soar so effortlessly
Riding the air
As if its currents
Are visible to him

I wish, for a moment
That his grace was mine
That his freedom of flight
Was something I could experience

When travelling
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me