as if to say ‘wake up and hear my song",
whispering movement continuing the day
longing not to sleep amongst the pier’s wall
Memories of events for those who traveled
the shores path lingering to grasp the vision,
wondering if one shall return to this wonderment
of peace and the serenity of an ocean’s love
Feeling the moist air current around one’s soul
as scents of pureness penetrates the lining of
one’s stride, walking aimlessly to and fro hearing
the click of one’s heel against time pasted on
The Boardwalk that cradles the ocean calls to me
as memories of a long ago childhood comes to light,
smelling cotton candy, the search for discarded seashells
once buried in sand castles that return to the sea –
as I gaze at the Santa Cruz Pier