You know the feeling
as you approach the ocean coast? 

full of anticipation
of mighty heaving water
rolling and crashing
awe and connection 

the way you sense it
but don’t see it until
you’ve walked the bridge
gone over or through the dune 

and then woweee
the glory is all there

pow-ond-er-full
thrill that electrifies you
and surges to new heights

as you plunge on in
to the salty wet sea
of your very vast being

beaming radiance every which way
freeing your playful child self
an unparalleled joy
            an urge to move
                        in graceful
                             ebullient abandon
the Widow Wyile calls
e x u b e r d a n c e !