Meditation on the Sea

I touched a stone
that touched the water,
then fell to dreaming
the Pacific Ocean was my mother.

In a bed made in the sand
in the hush and rush
of water on the rocks;
then woke to see the sea
all grey and white and lacy.

Salt in the air tickled
in my nose and the air
rushed away from the sea
the seabirds fluttering
in the breeze
and diving into the foam

And I wished to be a bird.
To dive in.