Journeys and salt air and joyful surprises

I've been thinking lately about journeys and oceans and far away places and adventures with joyful surprises. The photo is one I took at dawn near the island of Bora Bora in the South Pacific. And here is a poem, another gift from Karen in Tennessee. May your week have an adventure and a joyful surprise or two.

Sea-Map

by Hilda Morley

 

 

Taste of salt on my fingers,

                                           that’s how

I like it:

               the line of sea rising

above the dark-green pine,

                                           the sea meeting

the horizon,

                     so always the eyes are lifted higher,

                     the pulse buoyed upward

with them

                  So it

should be for us all—

                                  to belong to

whatever moves us outward into

the wideness, for journeying,

                                              tales of

distant places,

                        treasures piled

                        to fill our smiling,

                                                       for us to know of

along the travelled coastline,

                                           the mountains

we can climb to,

                           each port,

                                           each harbor

another window to wash our faces in,

                                                         pull us

forward

               & made for us,   made for

all of us,

                as the birds know, who

fly the continents,   the oceans

for their secret reasons,

                                     a map of the earth

written inside their bodies,

                                           marked

under their breastbones:   

                                       a continuance

of the now most fragile,         

                                        always travelled

patiently enduring world