seawinds

Today the sun melts in haziness.
I empathize with its mood
as the wind from the ocean
sends a layer of 
fine sand onto my porch.
The dunes  whisper to me
with the seagrass
bending like barley 
in the late summer.
The language of the seabirds 
is the wind.
It speaks to me of freedom 
and wild waves..
If such choices are permitted
when my time here is finished
I will return as sand and not dust.
The gulls will see me 
as I fly with them.
Silently yet 
shouting my freedom.
In the crescendo
of the blowing sea winds -