COUNTING DOLLARS

My love and I walked along hand in hand

Collecting sea shells down by the shore

Counting dollars half buried in sand

Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar.

Collecting sea shells down by the shore

We talked about all the years we had shared

Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar

Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared.

We talked about all the years we had shared

We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea

Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared

It all stood still for a moment or three.

We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea

As my love and I walked along hand in hand

It all stood still for a moment or three

As we counted dollars half buried in sand.

Caren E. Salas

MY OFFICE (#18 an "office" poem)

I stare out at the ocean
Waves crashing, seagulls crying
Hot sand in between my toes
Cool breezes hitting my face
I turn back to my writing:
A tough day at the office.


Caren E. Salas

Weightless

The water is cold; 

Hard to get into sometimes,

But I push myself,

Closing my eyes, believing

For a while, that I'm...weightless.