poem with pictures

Hermosa Beach, December 29, 2008


Sunrise. 7 years after your death. I drive To the ocean and peer across the wintry mirror. Offering my reflection and salt tears.

But a host of dolphins shatter the sea with their tails and breath. Flocks of pelicans and seagulls dive and re-surface Raising raucous wings and open beaks. Rainbows of fish flit through the sun lit water. The waves crash again and again against the shore like wild, toothy smiles.

I can not be content on dry and quiet sand. I run Into the waves, alive with arctic cold, and instinct. Thank you for this boisterous morning, The waves that carry me out to the deep and send back me to shore, Where I am able to stand.