the first one to see it gets a prize, he says
as we finally reach the end of our road-trip destination,
"there it is!" i shriek
and can't help but clap my hands.
the first thing,
yes, oh yes,
it has to be,
after all the unloading is done,
and off they all scamper
a mad dash
of flip-flops, swimsuits, and towels
to that glorious beach
just right across the street.
and i soon find myself
trailing and trudging slowly behind,
and can't stop smiling at it all,
even as salty tears begin to fill my eyes.
this was all i wanted.
what i saved every last penny and dime for,
longed and hoped for,
and dreamed of at night.
a soul's stillness
that i knew would come
i hear the soaring seagull's cry,
this endless roaring rhythm
of crashing waves.
the peace and rest that i'd embrace,
welcome, and have oh, so needed
as i feel the sun's warmth
soaking into my skin,
these gentle sea breezes caressing my hair .
these precious, yet simple moments are
of watching them play,
the sheer and utter joy
at their own smiles of wonder and discovery,
these colors of a blazing, setting sun,
of seeing light and water dancing
or the way streaming rays of this same light
brilliantly shine down
through gray, parting clouds,
a quiet manifestation,
some might even call it a synchronicity,
a divine message or sign,
a love note, if you will
to one weary,