Time to Write a Poem

April 21 The Pacific

The Pacific

The water flavors the wind
that sticks to my skin
with its salty presence.
Never still, never silent,
the tide trespasses
then recedes back to its depth
after soaking the sandy shore
leaving behind its cast offs.
My evening looks out
to the edge of the world
where the ocean falls
off the ledge and slowly
takes the sun with it.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder

"April 21 poem--a body of water"