pacific slothisily i hear your gentle splish splashes against the earth i hear your call for peace you contain such beauty and such danger daring me to embrace your depths you are so lonely and so comfortable i hear your struggle for air your struggle for life and all the while you are safe your struggle is just a show just a way to relay your empathy for the human race you offer comfort without asking anything in return you offer comfort and beckon us to join you when we have had enough oh dear pacific, i love you 050228 ... crOwl i used to call her mother nautilus back in the day. when i used to live five minutes away from her and pedal the beach cruiser, sunrise and sunset, seven days a week, with a channel islands twin fin under my arm. when i would be cradled in her jekyl/hyde arms; one moment suckled at her breast, the next moment nearly drowning in her whirlpool of thrashing white water. i'll never forget the day we left california and i sat before her ineffable beauty and she calmed my fears of the unknown that lay spread out before us.. we left everything behind, sold all of our belongings, tucked our three daughters under six in their carseats and loaded the vw van. sixteen days later and fond memories of america scrawled across a crayon-scribbled journal, we arrived back at the east coast. but, she was there as she always was to teach her peace (pace, pacifist). to remind me everything changes, and grows, and turns into something new and full of adventure. i sat there for the last time and wept. i would miss her like a son misses his mother. i've been back several times since and she i hugs and kisses both cheeks. in three days, i will see her again. i'm so excited! 050301 what's it to you? who go blather from