The Mists of Home

As soon as the first hint of salty air

reaches my nose,

I am grounded.

I am filled with Peace.

I am Home.

Like someone you've always loved

yet seldom see.

That spark of recognition

thrills my heart.

I am always excited for

that first glimpse

to assure me

She is still there.
The Ocean.

Waiting.

So I can sit by Her side

and rekindle our friendship.

And pour my heart out,

or say nothing at all.

Listening closely

for Her message

in the waves.

(after a trip to the Oregon Coast)