Seeing Galway Bay in the sun is like no other–the water shines, the waves roar, and the endless sea calls me.
Full moon, rising above the quiet bay
My heart races, in my chest beating
Here.
Here is home.
Keep walking, for tomorrow, we’ll soar.
Before you fly, learn to drive
Around the bay and burrow in the sand
Of a little beach inlet, below the crumbled grey stone where
Bright flowers cling to the side, to prevent a drop below.
The wind whips my hair, do we fly today?
We do.
With open arms and stinging faces we greet the Atlantic
In all its tempestuous might.
Always grey, it is, and cold.
Whether in Virginia
Or Galway Bay.
Like skiffs in flight, birds join us, as we laugh and splash, find shells to take home.
The sun begins to dip but the calls of the shells echoes,
Ancient, quiet, slow.
Stop to smell the salt, close your eyes to taste a memory.
The seascape dims with the waning light,
And the shore afar begins to darken.
Small lights blur and twinkle.
We have landed, tired, and a little sore
To home now, full of stories and beaming
For more.
