Grand Isle, LA

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening

"On the Shore"

I feel tingling soft sand
on my toes while wading
in salty water
cooled by the thick moist air
that fills my nostrils.

Playing in the largess
of the ocean shore,
we feel the weight of love
in soothing shades of light. 
"This land is lonely,
but we find love in the quietest of places."

My English tongue quivers
at the breathe of the New World
far away from the routine of City.
I struggle to behold the beauty
of this place for a quiet moment.
Still a patient wind invites
me into an ancient ebb and flow
drawing my attention away from
my own inward stroll to the
narrowing of a cosmic river.