Between Continents


The sea surrounding our village and
carrying with it the blue out to
a fine Monterey horizon. Under
the leaning fishing wharf, swimmers
laugh as they dog paddle between the

My late morning visit to the edge of
this fine view, I drag along with me
a transparency of thought and
feeling, as if in momentary trance,
as if the sea has gobbled up my thoughts
and swallowed them.

No cloud threats, and this summer
fog bank that mesmerizes us in
grays and purples is parked on the
far away hills above Salinas.

I sit a little longer, caught up in this
feeling that my own opening heart
will blend and allow me to be carried
outward, tide-bound, as well, to where
the greater coastal currents swirl
between continents.

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2 Responses to Between Continents

  1. smilecalm says:

    sounds like a sweet
    place in which
    to journey 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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