Mom shakes me but I'm already awake.
Through the open window
I've been watching the waves that woke me.
Their incessant clapping broke my dreams
But as I continue to watch
I see that it was worth the sacrifice.
Dark, warm, and wet
It is unusually light on the shoreline for this late hour
As the three of us,
Mom, dad, and I,
Walk to the large rocks rimming the lake.
Barefoot at night, so good it's sinful,
And the night air is warm against our faces
Fixed on the sight that drew us hypnotically from our beds.
So many peaks of white, like mountains on the run,
Deafening as we get closer.
A sight of every hundred years as the tide shifts so dramatically,
So beautiful in its overpowering voice.
A thousand miles from home
But I have everything I need
On this cliff
On this beach
On this high tide.