To feel the sand shift beneath my feet Called out to the wonder and the vast
To feel the salt drying on my ankles Crusting over my porous skin
I am infinite. I am small. I am at peace. The swirling, the raging – the disquiet that usually rolls beneath my skin It is gone, as if it never was
And the waves are crashing And the waves are lapping And the waves are creeping in
And my heart is pounding And my heart is beating And my heart is open – come in
– Teva Harrison, Ode to the Pacific Ocean














