August 19, 2021
I was always waiting
For someone to take me
to this specific beach
Something about the empty stretches
Of churning waves shaping dunes
And no hotels hovering
Just settles my soul
Or maybe I was hoping
For the invitation
To join some group at a big house
Full of laughter and long tables
Piles of towels and years of stories
That never came
So I’m bringing myself
to all the spaces
I wanted to be asked into
I’m not waiting
for an invitation
to live into the wonder
Of my own life
I’ve heard
The drive is too long
The rooms too expensive
The time isn’t right
There isn’t enough money
There isn’t enough
There will never be enough
But I’m not asking anymore
I’m steering and I’ll stop
At as many lighthouses
And random views
And kitschy shops I choose
Tell my children to take this in
They think I mean the scenery the smell the way the light dances on the water through the marsh grass
I mean the feeling
Of standing
On the shore
Of your desire
As it washes over you
without asking directions
Or permission
From anyone
