Upon the Shores of My Heart

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Clayoquot Sound

called me forth

out of the desert,

brown and bare,

into the pulsing, alive,

thrumming heartbeat

of Mother Earth herself.

She lay before me

sandy shores, the ocean's roar,

mountains wreathed in fog

and mist,

her ancient trees,

the eagle's cry.

Activists, dancing and singing

on the road,

protecting wilderness,

beckoned to me

and my heart knew

I was home.

She sang to me

in whalesong,

in  sand  and surf,

in the timpani

of raindrops on salal.

She captured my heart

forever.

And now I'm heading home,

through the misty mountains.

I round the bend in the road

and there she is:

her endless waves,

rolling forever and forever

onto her welcoming shores.

I have, for half my life,

lived in thrall

to the lulling song of the sea,

her waves rolling in,

slate-grey and

frothed with foam,

forever advancing

and retreating

upon the shores

of my heart.

Sharing this with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find good reading on Sunday mornings.