Ocean Meet

There’s a stairway
leading to the edge
down where the sand
and ocean meet
waiting there for me
is a balmy wind,
and ebbing waves
to caress my feet
There’s a peace I find
as I look out over,
The expanse
of her swelling tide,
I long to be as
a seabird to dance
looking for free meals
and a crest to ride.
On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: