I hear the sounds of waves
crashing on the shore
pulling me in,
riveting me to this spot
with this sound.
I see the water gray and rolling,
white caps scattered on rising crests
all blending the the flat gray line
of a silver horizon.
Song sparrows serenade the day,
while gulls joust and cry over the waves.
Hummingbirds sip sweet nectar from the flowered bank,
a gentle breeze ruffles my hair,
then the Bald Eagle glides by
on wings dark and full of sky.
I feel the roots of my being release,
I feel my heart sprout wings!
Then I am flying, sailing, soaring,
above, along, beyond and back
to this green shore, brown cliff.
Where swallows nest in tiny caves
of mud and earth.
I am made of this same stuff,
this water, this earth.
I feel my roots sink down, drink deep, fill up
with love of this place, this moment, this now.
~Kathie Adams Brown (August 4, 2011)