February 7, 2017
Fort Walton Beach, Florida

I will dream of this ocean and of it’s beautiful unyielding song when I am locked away in a florescent cubicle in the middle of America.

I will dream of this ocean and of it’s beautiful unyielding song when I am chasing my ideals down two-lane highways lined with forest.

I will dream of this ocean when I am lying unable to sleep in a stuffy bedroom on the third floor of a brick walk-up with the sounds of ambulance sirens bouncing off the walls.

I will dream of this ocean when I am picking up dog excrement from the hot sidewalk next to a strong and resolute weed tree that has pushed its way towards the sun through a crack in the concrete.

I will dream of this ocean when my eyes close for the last time and I join its beautiful unyielding song.