Pacific City

The crashing waves
and the salty mist that floods
my breath
in each inhale,
I stand
in the sand
that is smothered beneath
and in between
my toes,
I feel
for a near by piece of glass
that has been aged by the wise ocean,
I feel the curves and rivets
that it’s earned
threw its life in the tumbling waters
I continue lying
on the sand that cradles my vulnerable self,
the cawing of the seagulls above
distract me from my thoughts
i open my eyes.
Bliss