In a month’s time

I go again,

soon … for

dawn and dusk on the shoreline.

insignificant to some,

the Texas shore now my “ocean.”

It’s not that I have not dipped toes into

an authentic ocean, for

I have;

but the baggage that came

with living in an ocean state

was too weighty at the time.


At night, I listen

to your pummeling breakers drift in,

in my dreams.

Crashing waves surging as if

in rhythmic

liniment for landlocked souls-

like mine…

© Nancilynn Saylor 2016

Photo, the Pier at Port Aransas 2015

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