pacific coast highway

Waves gently breaking on the sand...
Water spraying off the rocks...
Seagulls skirting through the air...
Crests of water stretching for miles as far as the eye can see...

The gentle comforts of the Pacific
Speak peaceful words to flustered minds,
Minds speeding by,
Numb to its beauty.

White crests flash as breakers rise,
Stretching to the horizon.
That sky, discolored in a dark reminder
Of civilization nearby.

Cliffs dive into the water.
The brush shifts in the breeze.
Mountains rise into sight,
Looming above the land's end.

Skyscrapers peek over mountaintops,
Straining to glimpse the distant seascape,
The serenity of the ocean
Seemingly worlds away.

People come, people go.
They breathe its air, bask in its light.
But do they see it?
Do they really see it?

I do.