Driving on a road I'd been on hundreds of times
in the crevice of the past,
but never alone.
Its sea-misted cement runs with me,
edging me to the final release of
perfect calm.
Waves of gulls stretch their hollow wings
in the rushing wind
as I spread my arms and feel the lifting
of my soul's feet to the ocean sky
and slowly touch back
to the sifted sand.
The water's currents break in
unnoticed harmony.
The birds' quiet song, an opera.
A water-colored cloud filters divine
hues of light, and the cold bites
the refreshed skin back to civilization.
The shore nods in silent understanding,
the gulls cry again.
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