The early-morning mist
dissolves. And the sun shines
on the Pacific. You stand like
Balboa the Conquistadore.
On the cliff top. Among the lost of
the Monterey Cypress trees.
The old whalers hut is abandoned now.
But whales still swim through the wild waves.
Sea otters float on the calmer waters.
Cracking abalone shells on their chests.
Humming birds take nectar from the red hibiscus.
Pelicans splash lazily in the surf.
Wander down a winding path. Onto gentle sands.
Ocean crystal clear. Sea anemones. Turquoise waters.
Total immersion. Ecstasy.
TODAY IS THE TOMORROW YOU WERE PROMISED YESTERDAY.
(c)Victor Burgin