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