Tuesday, January 21, 2014

"Good Morning"

Good Morning

The ocean greets me this morning
as if she didn't get a wink of sleep,
one minute lazily laps my toes,
the next, aggressively bellows displeasure
as she plunders my retreating heels.

To be fair, I've had my coffee (three cups
of Costa Rica's finest), two eggs, scrambled,
and will be long gone before the nor'easter
hits - perhaps there's reason for agitation.

Ribbons of pink and yellow peak over her rim, 
release sparkles of light to tumble and dance
upon her distress; notice a gull's tracks
she leaves undisturbed.  He too seems a bit cranky,
surmise if I'd brought food he'd be my best friend.

I leave them each other, hope the warmth
tickles their backs, administers its therapy,
return later for goodbyes, thanks upon my lips,
as delightful I find them, no matter their mood.

by Margaret Bednar, January 21, 2014

I just returned from an impromptu getaway with my youngest daughter.  We had an enjoyable first trip to Hatteras Island, NC and took a ferry ride for a quick trip to Ocracoke Island.  It's just what we needed and some great one-on-one time.  I hope to share photos and a few poems over the next few days.


Brian Miller said...

smiles. i find the ocean a delight as well...regardless the time of year...its good therapy, just hearing its rhythm...good thing you missed the snow too...

Karen S. said...

Your poem is as lovely as any day on the beach, I found myself right there watching waves and sea gull share the moment too! Great trip for you and your youngest, building today and memories forever!

Dom said...

This may be my favorite poem of yours to date. LOVE the imagery. Maybe it's my love of the ocean... the stormier the better...and coffee, but this really spoke to me.

Kathryn said...

I love the ocean and its ever changing moods.

TexWisGirl said...

really beautifully done.

Anonymous said...

peaceful ~

Lisa Gordon said...

Makes me think of a wonderful summer morning!
Beautifully done, Margaret.

Ginnie said...

What astounds me, Margaret, is the one-on-one time you have had with your children, time afer time again. It's so foreign to my own upbringing (in a family of 8 kids, similar to yours). All I can say is how in awe of you and your family I am. It would make a good book!

George said...

A lovely poem, Margaret. Glad you found some time for a retreat with your daughter.