Salt Spray

The sudden mist against my cheek awakens me in an instance lifts my chin to feel its crispiness the tickles of wet tingles my awareness as a late evening breeze blows my hair as if on the prow of a sailboats’ deck sending the verge of cold little shivers along the nape of my sweater with the incoming sea crashing ever closer tide flow just below as I sit to watch twilight upon us in plumb burnt to orange soft light a vibrant impression in glorious sunset hand painted of watercolors spread loosely I find soft harmonies played by waves mighty song amazed to find each days’ gift living here hearing the daily ballads pour from doorways and sharing connections of new found happenstance in this dusty towns’ neighborhood in Mexico 5-4-2021 ALL YOURS (May 5) Poetry Contest 1st Place Brain Strand