Today I heard the oceanbreathing in and out. It would not stop, just that sound, no more no less.
I think that is how the Earth stays alive– lung ocean breathing for all of us when we forget.
I saw a fox loping across the lawn, and before that, lightning in the clouds.
Overhead the thunder came and went. Below by the water’s edge, a thousand people walked silently and left.
Still the sea went in and out,
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Today I heard the oceanbreathing in and out. It would not stop, just that sound, no more no less.
I think that is how the Earth stays alive-- lung ocean breathing for all of us when we forget.
I saw a fox loping across the lawn, and before that, lightning in the clouds.
Overhead the thunder came and went. Below by the water's edge, a thousand people walked silently and left.
Still the sea went in and out, in and out.
I sat in the sand burrowing my toes. I sat deeply and for a long time. But even so the marks I made have been washed away.
An egret flies overhead and the sea inhales. Wide breathing ocean teaching us with each wave.
Melissa McCampbell Santa Barbara, California
