Ocean

[Bianca Alabaster]

Eyes closed I stand
out in the November cold
far from the ocean shore
Ears poised I hear
the sound I know
crashing waves above me
of the ocean surf.

It rolls and roars
through the trees
wave after wave
I stand in wonder.

Eyes closed the wind
dances lower
and lower
and I am swimming.

Eyes open
I am in a field
of fragrant autumn leaves.

As I move slowly
planting my feet firmly
it feels familiar
I pay attention
I stop
Eyes closed
the sand surrounds
my shoes
I feel its push
of resistance
when I move
my toes,
yet my mind knows.

Eyes open
I look upon the ground
I am standing upon
frozen grass and leaves
embracing my feet.

This moment is mine.
I hear, feel, smell
and see,
Ocean!

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