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.
Roger Singer 