I go

down to the ocean

and the

cool ocean breeze

   she whispers

   the truth

   to me

Clearing out

all the debris

from inside

of my

cluttered mind

All the debris

that time

and repression

have been inclined

to create

I can now

let escape

to the

cool ocean breeze…

…she sings

so softly

to me

Roberta J. Morrison

(re) published April 1, 2010