across the rough wooden planks
And finally feel the soft sands
of the very edge of the continent.
“Hello La Mar. It is I again.”
This is the Great Gulf.
This is where I spent my childhood,
where I first fell in love with the Sea.
This is my Home.
She is La Mar.
I approach rather shyly,
kick around some sand,
then set my feet forward intentionally,
inching forward towards the
great, dark, intimidating water.
She immediately rears up to greet me,
soaking the bottoms of my rolled up trousers.
I take a step back, but then venture forwards
in full remembrance.
She is still the same.
She has not changed.
Only then do I look up and see
it is the Harvest New Moon,
And the Milky Way is stretching out
her blanket of diamonds,
reflecting off La Mar
like hundreds of luminescent pearls
on the deep Sea floor.
I jump up,
swing ‘round and around,
kick up the water and sand,
and looking up,
jump as high as I can
with my arms outstretched as if to
snatch up the stars in my hands.
Out of breath, I collapse in the sand.
Lay down my head to get the whole view.
Wide open and open horizons on every side.
“You are silly
And a little ridiculous.
You will get sand in your hair.”
But I keep softly smiling to myself.
I am free
And I find it hard to care.