By Cerise Barber (fka Cerise Cornutt) -

The rhythmic hand of waves

  Beckon me to the deeper heartbeat of life;

White foam mounds in an undulating liquid edge,

  Burnishing sand and barnacled rock

  It tumbles

  Retreating once again to take its turn at

  Greeting the welcoming shore.

The bowled cerulean expanse

  Lids the earth

  Horizon to horizon.

Reveling in the beauty of the sky and sea,

  I lean in

         Listening

                  To the unspoken

                         Words

                                 Of Alki.

(Having been a denizen of West Seattle since 1981, raising and home schooling her two children until high school and Middle School, the author is now an ex-pat living in Puyallup.   My poem is a paean to the wondrous years living by the sea.)