Last night Erik and I were talking in bed, during that dreamy, half-awake state just before sleep. We brought up things we wanted to do, and I mumbled, “I want to go to the coast. It’s been awhile since I saw the ocean.” Now that’s actually not true — I drove up to San Francisco just two days ago — but at that moment of drowsiness all I felt was a strong yearning to stand on the shore and look out at the Pacific. As I was drifting off a little voice washed into my mind and sang this poem. I got up and wrote it down, and then fell asleep.
Ocean poem
o o ocean
ocean sun
ocean shineo o ocean
ocean roar
ocean whispero o ocean
ocean mist
ocean coldo o ocean
ocean fresh
ocean stinko o ocean
ocean salt
ocean deepo o ocean
ocean sky
ocean eartho o ocean
I’d love sometime to read/sing this poem the way it sings in my mind, but I’m feeling a bit self-conscious about trying it publicly. Maybe another day!
I’m really behind on emails and replying to blog posts and comments (here and on everyone else’s), but I’ll catch up soon.
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That drowsy space can be so creative. Maybe it’s that yummy proximity to dreams.
I think we all understand how busy you’ve been lately. I hope you’re not worrying about the catching up. 🙂
I think so, too. I don’t like trying to fall asleep — I’ve always found something a little frightening about that loss of consciousness — but once I’m in it, I love that in-between place. It’s so rich.
Not worrying exactly, but I miss everyone!! Thank you for the reassurance. 🙂
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