Give Me The Coast
Give me the coast, any coast.
Being a Jersey Girl at heart,
I have been baptized in the Atlantic Ocean.
Learning to appreciate and respect
both its power to soothe and destroy in equal awe.
At 5, I was blessed to bury my toes
in the sands of Salinas, the beaches
of my heritage in Ecuador.
At 13, I built sandcastles at the shores of Malibu.
At 21, I learned to sway my hips
to the rhythm of St. Martin's waves.
And most recently, Florida's coastline
hugged me like a long lost friend.
Yes, give me the coast, any coast.
Because each and every one is a siren's call I must heed.
The pull and push of the waves
mirroring my blood rushing to keep time
as my soul kisses the sweet solace yet again.