O Pacific, I Miss You
You probably never knew it,
But I once lived within five blocks of you.
I and my kids visited you often to play and to view.
You consumed us with sea shells, sand castles, beach balls, and a Frisbee.
Those gallant waves from across the sea, most times, were as calm as can be,
Slowly washing up on the shores, but occasionally, splashing against the rocks. Your reliability and timeliness are so superior to my own and more faithful than clocks.
From your sandy shores on a none foggy day,
Sometimes atop the sea cliffs, whether bright or gray,
I watched the seagulls and my dear children play.
Often your winds were enough to take my breath away.
But I never fretted, because I treasured what you had to say.
I miss those regular visits, bringing you greetings.
I wish that I could sit in those special meetings- The ones where you and the moon make plans and plots.
When the two of you with your creator decide, El Nino’s or not
I miss standing above your gusty shores on an observation deck, viewing a Golden Bridge. I miss the sunsets so enchantingly
beautiful, as they sheepishly hide beyond the waters. I miss the
soothing fog horns of ships sailing in. O Pacific, the list is much
too long of what I miss.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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