BEING AWAKENED

I awake
to the sound of the wind
and the birds:

and the ocean
beckoning.

I respond
to the refreshing call.

My dreams immersed

in the relentless tide;

my senses stirred,

stimulated

and rejuvenated

the day begins.

Yesterday’s yearning

revealed anew:

the flirting fancy exposed.

The moment

of awakening

complete: floating,

yawed, pulled

into the swell

and expelled

without the will

to resist.