Like you, sister, I must keep going. Beyond what was planned or expected. So I drive past power plants at Moss Landing, through the silty Sand City drifts that cross the road and underneath the sentinel of redwoods that flanked the One free way. I keep all windows open so the wind would whip and snarl my hair unto curling waves. Waves like the ocean urging up beside me, calling me home.
memories of you
your children's laughter my tears
Mountains kiss the sea
*Original Artwork - Jenny Astramowicz © 2019
This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading!
DeleteI can smell and feel the ocean in this piece.
ReplyDeleteJenni.this is really beautiful.
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