Quietly Standing 

There is a cliff. 

There is an ocean sprawling 

below.

A beach of pebbles and

an occasional body

lounging on a towel

made of colors. 

There are sky-birds

winging underneath clouds

punctuating the blue

dome, this same blue

dome we breathe

into pink lungs, offering

spark and freshness 

to our days.  

There is a cliff.  

There is the sea

rambling out 

before us

like a mythic tale

of warriors searching

for home, like a promise

freely given again 

and again.

We are soaking 

it all up.

There is a cliff. 

There is quiet.  

There is thanks.