The Sea and I
I long to feel the wet, cool, fog
To feel the dampness on my cheek
My hair curling tight in frizzy chaos
The roaring, sloshing of the waves breaking and bleeding over the boulders below
The gulls screaming out for food, conversation--for joy
I long to gaze as far as human eyes can across the enormous sea
To watch the bobbing to and fro of a small fishing vessel
To watch the people snapping memories and smiling bright
To snap my own memories, and freeze in time a glimpse of God’s handiwork
I long to sit atop the rocky cliffs while the wind blows through my hair
My eyes watering, my heart full, my spirit calm
When it is just the sea and I.
-Holly Roddick
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