Next Time

From the
tops of the
trees
the breeze
is getting
more intense.
I can hear
the seagulls
from this
porch.
This porch that
sits high
above
everything.
I can
see
everything
and truth
be told
I can
feel it too.
This place
is my church
and it resets
me.
The older
I get the more
connected
I get to this
place.
As the strong
wind
is blowing
I realize
this is
my favorite
part about
this place.
I love the
wind.
It connects me
to the ocean
the trees
and the sand.
It forgives
me.
And
it fills me
up with life.
It knows
what I need.
So as I sit
hear listening
to the wind,
I am reminded
that life
is precious
and wasting time
should be
stopped.
Because one
day, I will stop
coming
here.
I will get to
old or not
be able to
afford it.
I may never
be able to
look the tops
of these
trees in the eyes.
A smile
curls at the
corner
of my mouth.
My soul
is home for
now,
and for now it
will recharge.
Until
next time.
Next Time