Comforted by a familiarity

     I could not name, I walked alone

          between a trio and pair of friends,

               along the high path - above the rocks -

                    curving toward the shore.

The ocean soothed us with Her distant voice,

     refreshed the air with Her constant breath.

Unattached - yet held – I felt protected,

     but vulnerable, suspended between realities.

In a moment of absolute clarity,

     my energy elevated to Her in a whisper,

          “Please, I’m ready for something more.”  

Not a heartbeat elapsed as my declaration, my plea,

     arced upward...

          She answered,  through a crystal prism,

               catching the edge of my breath.

Softness infused me with such fineness

     that I knew She was there. 

 
Opened and filled, I now know the quietude,

     the immediacy of  Her gentle, exquisite grace.

© Vicky M. Semones