Poetry – I am here

I can feel

the warm sun

through the wool

on my back,

the cool breeze

on my bare face,

taste the salty air

on my tongue.

I feel a refreshing

spray of water

each time I hear

a crashing wave.

I can feel the cold rock

and slick algae

beneath my feet.

I breathe

and exhale…

I am here.

J. Belle