Editor’s note: Our featured poet, Katie Whalen, age 14, is the daughter of Tsunami Ranger Dave Whalen. We are reprinting her poem with her permission. Thank you, Katie.
by Katie Whalen
The warmth of the sun-beaten rock soaks into my skin.
My legs dangle off the edge.
Thirty feet below me I gaze upon the pebbles that make up the shore,
smoothed and rounded
by the whirling, washing waves.
Ocean breezes whip my hair and tickle my skin.
Calmness envelops me as my breath falls into time
with the breaking waves
the pulsing wind
the pelicans beating their powerful wings, regal as they land.
I sway to the sea’s music,
knowing I am a part of the rhythm too.
The sun casts glittering diamonds on the rippling water
as it slowly sinks to meet the horizon.
I feel the rugged surface beneath me.
My mind meanders to a startling realization.
I am almost 250 miles away from my house,
yet I still feel deeply at home.
Fuzzy fog cascades out of the majestic purple mountains.
It flows like a waterfall, blanketing the earth.
The song of this place is something
I wish never to forget.