On this afternoon,
I walk the beach that I’ve come to know so well.
What will come tonight
Who’s to tell.
The skies are as clear as can be.
A good sign for me.
I return home and see the Olympics’ last light.
I must prepare for the coming night.
In these moments,
I think of mom.
This adventure tonight
Is hers
In more ways than one.
Everything I need upon my back
I return, once more, to my second home.
Still dusk.
The blue hues are calm.
You see,
I know my mother
Like the ever-present sun.
Even when she slips out of sight
Her presence
Warms me through the night.
The warmth of the sun
Is something that cannot be described.
At least, not exactly.
Not quite.
The warmth of the sun
Is something only truly felt,
Seeping into the skin,
Making everything feel just right.
Sitting beneath the crescent moon
I watch waves drift along.
And soon
Night has come.
The show has begun.
Upon her Eve,
I am reminded of this precious life
She has given me.
Open and Free
As this endless, rolling sea.
Tonight,
Of all nights,
Though her figure, beyond sight,
I see her aura ignite.
Oh how beautifully bright, her Light.
In these moments,
There is nothing more to say.
For all the opportunity she has provided me
Is on full display.
I’m awake so late.
Lying in the sand.
Awestruck by her power.
Under her Light,
I sleep for just an hour.
It’s five.
Still dawn.
I awake to feel the new day.
I look east
Toward Bellingham.
And I know she’s not far away.
I love you, mom.
What we have will always, always stay.
