January feast —
(many miles to go)
wind against my cheeks,
sand between my toes

Vision of the sea
shining in its thunder,
waves against the beach,
reaching, curling under

The ocean drew me there
with promise of delight
for eyes and ears and feet —
it didn’t disappoint

Now I ride home,
the headwind pushing back,
I feel the distance,
I feel my hunger,
but I am glad, too,
well fed by what I’ve seen —
I don’t know when next,
but I’ll be back again.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2019