Awakened by incoming surf
haunted by the beach’s siren song
I rise and walk around the corner
to the end of the street, the end
of the earth, the ocean beyond
the beach stretches north
and south, drawing me
into its wonder, avidity alluring
reverence transcending
on Oregon’s North Coast.
Facing frigid Arctic wind[s]
a formation of pelicans grace
my presence, wings barely moving
glide close to the water above
surf’s spray, migrating south
elegance in peaceful flight
the beach’s mysticism
weaves into my soul
I wish I could join them
sail to distant shores.
Bare feet in the surf, arms
raised in homage, whispers
speak of truth clearly
I belong here
completely free and alive
beheld by All that is
the universe is my companion
never alone, not ever
at the end of the street.
Beautiful lines to inspire any waking stretch of time on this awesome planet!
At the end of the street, life beckons us into its mystery. Steve, your lines reveal parts of its secret. Be aware. Pay attention. Keep close to the ground. Time unfolds in moments of solitude as we walk our coastal shores. Blessings, -Darrell