My Ocean
The forest was still
My feet were not.
Running a trail that
Slid towards the ocean.
Trees opened to sand
And calm became crashing.
Salt and sweat mixed
Spilling into coastal air.
My shoes were off
But not my switch.
Now my stride aimed
For the tide's end.
Hitting the first wave
Brought some slight relief.
Yet the second held
The purest of truths.
The waves kept coming
And my legs moving.
My ocean was filled
with miles and more.
How far can one step take you? As far as your heart can lead...
