a space

i like to sit

out on the deck

in the mornings.

from here i can see

the ocean

its grandness stretching,

reaching, boundlessly

leaping to collide

with the distant 

horizon line.

there is a certain smell

from this spot of mine

it's hard to describe

a mixture perhaps

of salt and earth

nostalgia and romance.

its comfortable 

in this place

morning sun isn't

quite high enough

to peek over the

wall and greet

me with a kiss.

but he colors 

the surroundings

with tungsten life

sometimes i rest

my head 

on the back of the chair

and sink in.

listening contently

to the choir of birds

sometimes they are 

gentle and modest singers

sometimes they pronounce

their voices like that

of clanging cymbals.

as i rest

i often think of 

grandma's house

the red one on the hill.

it is here

in this space

where i give god 

the key to unlock

the bountiful hopes

contained in my heart.

it isn't long

until desires are 

dancing freely

released to stretch,

reach, and boundlessly leap

to collide with the heavens.

love is the leader

counting the steps

for the others to follow.

i never speak

when sitting out here

the world around me

offers its wisdom

for me to

simply sit

rest my head

and listen.