Rounding the bend on a winding road
Stop the engine pull on your coat
we’re looking for a way on the Oregon Coast.
First, the wind
Greets as it freshens my face and
moistens my eyes
Coming from a place that is wild and wide.
Sand meets feet with a plea to play
A ploy of great plot I cannot disobey
Shoe and sock free, I’m released as just me.
Water and waves are the call to the deep
Transfix my eyes on that line
And transcend with a reach.
Out to the impossible?
Or into the real?
Is the ocean of change actually even keeled?
Always the same body
but ever the motion of change
Surprised yet again by the ocean which explains.
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