The Pacific

The first view is like losing your breath.

Gray blue water hugs the roadside,

and the distance is a curtain of mist.

You get dizzy from the expanse;

there is no horizon to rest your eyes on.

Just water and water and water.

The crests are gigantic curls

that slap buckets of white foam

against black moss rocks.

Clouds are cotton candy threads that stretch

across the water; there is no space between.

Dark cold sand clings to your feet, and the

wind lashes wet crystals of salt against your cheeks.


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