Ocean Sound

Morning's light stretches me

Past the shadows of drowsy homes.

Wedged views of water grow larger,

On a crabbed descent to the level shore.

My pace lengthens, finds its rhythm.

Mountains and salty tang enchant me

And I wish you by my side.

My pace falters, thinking how you

Would stroll more than stride,

Dawdle and wonder at tiny marvels,

While I wrapped muscles around ideas.

I stride again, rhythm restored,

And find you already here,

Celebrating with me our miracle:

Love's common cadence

Amid our singular styles

And our singular senses.

-Charlie Neff