My daughter Katie has only one week of vacation before beginning summer school. We are taking advantage of this break by hanging out on the Sonoma Coast, in a community called The Sea Ranch.
For several years, Katie resisted staying at TSR but now she asks to go all the time. This poem was inspired by that transition.
YOU USED TO HATE THE OCEAN
You used to hate the ocean
shuddered at the sound of it;
now you love nothing better
than to gaze at sun-dappled
water, to fall asleep lulled
by the roar of restless waves.
This change gnaws at me, a dog
worrying a bone. I bury it, only
to dig it up and start anew.
I am haunted by the mystery of you.
Until next time,
Cynthia
