Something Of My Own

I post of a lot poetry by other people here, so I thought it was about time I posted something of my own.  I wrote the following piece about ten years ago initially and then worked on it off and on for a year or so.  It remains one of my favorites.

Ode to the Pacific

I travel to the ocean / distant / big as the myth of origin.

Pale / pale water in the yellow-white of / sun floating west / where ocean herself was born.

Four round stones in my pocket I carry back to the ocean.

Waves were high that day / great sea turtles wading in slowly / from the sundown sea.

Rain clouds drift from the west / gift from the ocean.

Damp earth on my feet / swallowing rain drops / clear from China.

— Gary Gunnels

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