Sea Side

Standing on the beach
watching blue
purple hues press
against ricotta white

ebb and flow of foam
slows my heart beat
deep breaths quiet my brain
salt, the briny smell

along the Pacific coastline
sunset filters 
through the L.A. smog

waves pound the land
skin moist with evening mist
sea gulls and tourist
almost gone
a few couples walking
hand in hand


sky ablaze with fiery 
oranges, searing reds,
cooling to indigo 
with the coming night,


fire pits burning in the sand 
quiet descends 

on this paradise 
every day is home
and where I want to be

close to nature
listening to the melody


of the sea.