The very first time I viewed the ocean,

its blue arms

pulled me with selfish compassion, forcing me

into its waves like a present being unwrapped.

Without loss I pressed back, capturing

the waters around me.

Like a friend, long lost,

or a home distant, the ocean released a language

for me to open upon with a welcome of words.

I breathed deep, absorbing the flavor.

My eyes consumed the colors merging within my senses,

completing the part of me left out….

until now.

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