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where've I been? --some place not so new, distant, but endlessly old, changing, yet changeless... that's where I've been I long to return there... as those ancient amphibians did long ago those eventually evolved into what I am today-- an animal who thinks or, perhaps, I might be a starfish gazing up into my brilliant night sky wondering when I would belong there or I might be one of the white grains of softened sand trampled along the shore or I might be a shell no longer occupied noticing how I've been emptied or I might be the ocean swells claiming all that crosses my path greedily and finding myself wantinng of more and more I would live here in my heart I would divine what is in my soul to return again and often and even do so as I sleep in my dreams my will so strong it would grant all my wishes for this permanently opened door. **************************************** I have been to the ocean and have found it difficult to return to the life of land-lovers --the city is a place to get by in not a place in which to thrive. The ocean is a living place. A breathing space. Fresh and ever-changing and alive. I will make it my mission to return as often as I/we are able. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/REMINISCENCE 3:59/10/21/2019 TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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