I miss seeing water alive
and sparkling beneath the sun;
that first sweet taste
of fresh ocean air!
It shwooshes
through this valley-weary heart
takes all the dust away,
and all my cares with it.
I miss the sights
and sounds of harbor life,
with boats honking
as they pass one another,
fishing boats
arriving with first hauls,
tourists eagerly heading
out for a day at sea;
the ever faithful harbor horn
when sun surrenders day.
I am completely captured
by the beauty in all of it;
amazed at how cleansing it is.
Something washes over
and frees me each time.
And I miss standing on the cliffs
high above ocean’s edge
taking in the vastness
spread out in front of me.
I am deeply comforted
by such a perspective;
the undeniable awareness
how truly small we all are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I miss the sea