A wild wave, rushes
toward a rocky outcrop,
thrusts itself across the craggy
black surface, spills with abandon,
veiling the rock with white rivulets,
sends forth a mist that lifts,
and lifts and lifts
to where I stand on the bluffs,
baptized by the ocean’s breath.
My spirit yields, while I breathe in
particles of stone
released from the craggy rock.
And my spirit lifts,
and lifts, and lifts.
Cover image by Keanu-Mark Bisera-Freitas.