Mexico Beach House Morning
Kurtis Wickern

Awake in the morning
The sound of thunder
But not from the sky.
Just the tall ocean waves bouncing off the rocks.
Step outside
A beam of sunlight cuts through the clouds
Fresh coffee and light salty mist in the air
White boards rising from the sand and
Into the ocean.
The liquid body of life.
Crisp chill to the water
My soul set free.
I paddle out.