Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Pacific

Brine scented air
And gentle crashing waves
The Pacific Speaks in whispers
The adept know to listen
Wonders never cease
When you’ve got toes in the sand
The wind carries laughter
Of children playing, dogs barking
And People Talking about life
I observe, a part of and apart from
All that I see and experience in a moment
I watch a surfer catch a wave in
He paddles right back out to do it again
Others sitting on their boards
Just communing with the Pacific
There is a peace there she speaks
One like no other
I understand
I truly do
She speaks to me too
I listen

© 2015 Jaie Hart (photo/words)

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