On the edge of the beach I stand,
I don’t feel small next to you,
rather I feel part of the earth
The roar of the tide,
the billowing wind,
the fleeting heat of your mass.
Here I feel my feet dance again upon the sand
Pirouetting around while the wind catches beneath my arms
I’m pulled to you,
like your tide is pulled by the moon
My body is not mine
it is of this earth
And here I’m reminded of my footing
my purpose to serve
I look for you wherever I go,
when I feel I’ve lost my way.
your calm pull.
I may never be able to touch the California sunset again
But I won’t forget the comfort of your presence