Thinking back on winter beaches in El Salvador.

 DROPS

Cool breeze

open window

memories of the Pacific

dropped by clouds

floating above our city,

hands held out

catch them

hold them,

breathe in the blue

breathe in salt air

trace yourself back to a tropical shore,

to feel 

to see

to taste

a vast expanse,

wish

wait

whisper

in that moment

for a word

for a wave

to take you

back and forth

back and forth

through the years

of remembering.