I wish I could send this home to you
Salt in a breeze that snaps the sails
Stinging tang of spray from a wave
Shy head of smoke as a harbor seal looks back at me
Blue, blue, living, heaving, swirled with white, blue all around
Gull cries and ship horns and the rustle of air and water
Gleaming gold sun setting in pure sky behind mountains, dancing on waves
Shivering silver of the full moon on still waters
Lights of the port towns twinkling and the DASH… dot flash of a lighthouse
The Big Dipper pointing to the North Star and a north by northwest path of light thought the darkness
Clean
Cool
Calm
Stasis
Security
Serenity
I wish I could send this home to you
With all my love
Monday, September 15, 2008
Letter Home
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