Nostrils wake my water child
salted taste of ocean breeze.
Primordial breath
bays a briny bawl
happy home is here.

Waters capped in white by wind
push against tide.
Waves perish in sand.
Memories paint the shore
of time spent on or in her

Silent drifting long ago
far off... on depths of blue
Close enough to touch
eye to eye, he and I
winked a whale in recognition

As a boy, planted on a rock
fishing with father.
How powerful that slender line
connects me still,
to salt of seven seas.

© Jan 2016, Michael J. Nappi