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I once dreamt of wild seas,
Torrents of water, whitecaps
and waves.

Then aboard a vessel
Slipping my hand through the glassy surface
Caressing manatees, dolphin and whales.

Now I’ve reached a narrow shore
The waves continue to crash
But they are of no threat.
My feet are still wet,
Black sand between my toes,
Soles scratched from shells;
And a highway behind me

One journey ends;
My unconscious
Meets the conscious.
I consider that road,
Turn back
To my compelling sea,
But do not dive in for more.

There are so many oceans
To explore
My anger will be softened
Like sea glass…

Oh but I love the road.