by Bobbie Ann Pimm

Created on: May 20, 2007   Last Updated: September 18, 2008

I close my eyes
a breeze caresses my face.
My hair billows behind me as
the whorl strokes my neck,
tingling my spine.
I shiver
the hair on my arms bristle.

Warm again,
I savor the scent of the air.
Deeply, I inhale the briny mist,
making it a part of me,
and I,
a part of it.

The scent lingers,
another draft embraces my body
and quivers through my soul.
I breathe deeper,
wanting more.
It complies
another shudder
stillness ensues.

In the distance,
a lonely bell tolls.
A buoy no doubt,
a warning no one is heeding . . .

. . . it mimics me.

Reluctantly,
I open my eyes
Blackness engulfs me.
Peering into the darkness,
distant lights appear.
One off to the left,
another straight ahead -
boats offshore,
moored for the night.

My mind drifts
I hear music and laughter,
a smile crosses my face.
I feel silly, for dreaming.

I glance up,
what a marvelous sight
a million points of light make.
I push my head back further
for a better look.
A few seconds pass
I become a part of them,
so close, yet so far.
I reach out to touch them
and they touch me.

Numbness tingles my neck,
I stretch and stand. My toes
sink into the cool sand and squish
as I stroll along the strand.
I wander aimlessly
hopelessly lost,
though "home"
is a short distance away.

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