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Saturday, March 24, 2012

re:Turning

A beautiful symphony
of water and sand,
deep violins,
strike a heart chord.
The ocean clings to
its last grains of earth,
sweetly sliding from its love grip,
like a child pulled
from a comforting embrace.

Tiny round formations of silica
tumble and cloud in the sea's
last pools of good-bye,
disturbed in an endless game of play.

Some things are constant, peaceful.
Traverse a little farther,
Reach just a little deeper.

Earth mother below rests,
smiling and touched by a trickle of wet
as its beloved comes, again and again.
The Pacific's joyful belly churns freely,
tickling the limbs of its silent friend,
a pleasurable acknowledgment of co-existence.
Drop back. Widen your gaze.