(Estepona, Spain. 2026)
The ripple, the swell, the surge of the sea.
The soft grays, cool blues,
Deep greens—
Thalassa—
The sea.
The light dances,
It sparkles,
Traces ripples,
Then crashes upon me.
Dark clouds gather,
Waves roar,
Zeus thunders.
At the heart of the storm,
The boat tossed high in the air,
The fisherman—
Laughing—
Salt mouthed—
Rain stung—
Cries manically—
“My great love,
Poseidon,
There’s nowhere I’d rather be!”
For he, like me,
Knows no truer love,
Than to weather your fury,
Then rest in your stillness—
The silence—
The gifts of grace she brings.
To wander,
To adventure,
To find you heart’s true wonder.
Go forth and discover
Your true lover.
To know in your heart,
All the currents in between.
Then embracing your lovers tempter,
Alongside the great gifts they bring.
Over the rivers
And rocks,
Tall mountains I’ve climbed.
And one day I hope,
To know—
The sea.