lonely, free, unafraid; the cry of my heart.
The wind brings the fresh salt tang of the water to me,
filling me with longing for my home, the ocean.
The reeds scratch my legs as I approach the water's edge
and the foam of a new wave swirls about my feet.
Stooping to lift a shell, my gaze is drawn to the sunset,
lighting the water with a brilliant red flame,
while an answering glow fills the sky.
I stand silent, watching the waves come to life in the fire,
the light leaping from wave to wave,
longing to spring as lightly across their surface and
drink deeply from the sun's fiery well.
revised 1999