The smell of the ocean

is like a cool breeze

to the soul.

 

with every breath

the heart lifts.

 

And the gulls,

my companions,

are calling.

 

while some of us

are still upon the docks.

 

People come

and go

while I am always returning

 

where the swoosh 

of the ocean tide

 

is my breath

and 

the distant cry 

 

of a seagull 

is the sound of my bell.

 

By: Isaiah Bickford