Sitting by the breezy sea
Unlike most wishes,
This one comes true
Is that, perhaps,
Why we love the sea?
We know what it can give us
And what it can do
And we know that,
In its own way,
It makes everything else
A little better
Is it the taste and smell of salt?
On the most humid of days
Does it feel a little less heavy
Because instead of moisture
We feel salt giving us a hug?
Is it the sounds?
Waves against rocks or stones
Birds protesting
The escape of food?
We know we are not alone
Or at least
We can believe it
Is it the sight of everything mundane
Suddenly become majestic?
The grey of water
Is now sunlit silver
The blue of sky
Reflecting back a little bit
Of its own glory
The whiteness of clouds
A little fuller
Now that they
Are closer to their home
Skyline meets sea-line on the horizon
Perhaps everything is coming home to itself
This wish,
Unlike most,
Comes true at sea
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