Stopping for one last look at the ocean.
The sun drops into the surrounding hills.
The moon is dimly visible,
The foghorn calls the ships in from the slowly edging evening mist.
I breathe in ocean and breathe out contentment.
Hesitant to leave, as if the ocean itself might disappear in my absence.
Clinging at its worst.
If I can be sure it will be there tomorrow, I can let it go.
How do you leave the sea when
the sun is just beginning its most radiant descent,
the waves just starting their evening pause.
How do you leave a friendship when
the warmth is just being kindled,
the sharing is becoming familiar.
With a contented heart,
knowing the next encounter will be sweeter still for the parting.