Inspired by both Verselove‘s onomatopoeia poem invitation by Margaret and NWP’s Write Out Write Where We Stand Challenge, I took a mental walk on the beach this afternoon. The beach is truly my place.

Funky fishy salty smells

feel like my favorite pair of jeans,

an old friend, familiar and cozy and comforting.

Whistles and squawks harmonize,

sea songs narrating bird stories

from water to shore.

Pop, pop, crunch

kelp floats explode under my feet.

When I hear the rumble-whoosh

whisper of waves lapping the shore,

I know I am home.

@kd0602