Ocean Home, a poem inspired by a stay on the Outer Banks of North Carolina

Ocean Home

The erratic motion

of the waves in the ocean

creates an hypnotic urge;

a shadowed remembrance

of things primeval

in the sound of the thunder

of the ebb and the surge.

I’m a stone.

What a notion!

I lie on the sand,

warmed through by the sun.

I shine like a gem

in my layer of lotion

on the sand by the ocean.

In the swell of the surf

I am buoyant, alive.

I am of creation

a silver vibration.

I inflate with

the fluid respiration

of my liquid earth.

A continuous billowing

flow of invisible power

lifts me and I rise.

I see the sea

below me.

I live all lives.

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One Response to Ocean Home, a poem inspired by a stay on the Outer Banks of North Carolina

  1. ooooooooooo, I like this one!

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