On the Island

Sea fills the air.

Salt and sand,

Blue and grey and white,

Silver pearls,

Waves and whirls.

And I am full of sea breezes.

I wrote this poem dreaming of Prince Edward Island.

My father actually first said the phrase “full of sea breezes” to me, but I quickly adopted it as my own and it’s been rattling around in my brain waiting to be used.

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