Standing precariously on the Capistrano Bluffs; below,

                                         Pacific Coast Highway and the ebb and flow of froth tipped oceanic waves

Laboring seagulls and sandpipers comb the beach

                                         Side stepping beach patrons and lapping crest

I enjoy the offshore breeze as it carries on its shoulders the Pacific’s briny scent and cleansing salvation

                                         I stand taller on the tips of my toes as if to reach the higher fruit in the breeze’s tree

Eyes closed, I breathe in with a broad smile

                                         And I grab the walkway’s coping rail as if to stead myself

I listen to and count the moments between crashing waves…..2, 4, 6, 10 to 12

                                         Then I am for a moment the next ocean swell

I am the pebbled brown, black, and tan sand that welcomes the bathing water’s salty caress

                                         I am the breeze that maintains the quality of the coastal air

And I am the sandpipers who share their feeding grounds with the gulls

                                         Until I open my eyes, praise God for creation and leisurely walk home

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