Updated: May 2, 2019
I gaze across the land-locked fields -my mind takes me to the sea.
The cows replaced with sea lions perched on rocks in memories.
The far-off hills are ocean swells- they carry crashing waves ashore;
As the thundering sound of trucks roll by and become the ocean’s roar.
I see the forest tall and proud- a marina full of masts.
I must reel it in- my heart adrift- as I sink into the past.
I look across the land-locked field; the horizon kissing sun;
The reflection on the water stings; this memory is done.
My heart lets go to love it here; my feet step from wet sand.
The tide goes out and takes with it the beach on which I stand.
Cassandra Robbers 2018
Published in Ergo Magazine Spring 2019