Baker Beach
Crescendos of waves washing up and receding back.
Gulls and pelicans singing over the water,
diving for fish in the cool late summer morning.
Crickets add to the cacoughany of sounds,
mesquites buzzing about after the rains.
Humidity in the air almost thick enough to see.
A slight breeze waifs off the water and over the dunes,
the tall straw colored grasses sway in the wind.
Clouds adorn the horizon, like castles in heavenly realms,
speaking of ancient truths that stand on the deep,
blue green ocean,
far away realms.
Peace in this nature.
The early sun glistens off the water in the east.
Jewels dance across the horizon.
Rows of beach houses solidly stand on stilts,
each painted a different color,
like jars of penny candy in an old soda shop.
And the waves washing away all shards of thought that might muddy the way.