Sea Home

22 Aug

Jewel-like, greenish-bluish, aqua –
– rolling colors –

The escaping tide
draws my breath with it

Lapping surf slurp-slurps
against the rocks
splashing drops of salty
wetness over the sea wall

And I drink in the sun
and my mind surfs the
swirling clouds as they
are blown by warm gentle winds

My primordial heart
beats in time
with cresting waves
and I close my eyes

I hear the sea call my name
reminding me we used to be one
and I sigh
peaceful at last – home.

~annie ricci~


Bahamas 2011

Bahamas 2011

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