Untitled (cold water)
gray skies loom overhead,
fog entrenching the air -
seeping from high clouds down
into hard surfaces of the Pacific,
fine particles of mist
dancing along her ferocious waves;
they twirl around her in laughter,
delighted to have found a friend -
she churns in response,
her fierce swells quelling into soft laps
crooning like gentle lullabies.
sometimes, all it takes is a little kinship
even under the gloomiest skies
to tread icy water, part gray clouds,
conquer fears of hiding behind darkness.
sometimes, it is possible for sunshine
to not only radiate brilliantly
from above, but also from within.