Like a river, going to the sea..

April poetry number nine...

                 Like a river, going to the sea...

I am following the moving river and I can smell the sea in the air. I decided I was a prisoner in a mess-up prison. I needed quiet and I needed the ocean. I carry in my back-pack. Jack London book, "When Gods laugh" and Hemingway "A moveable feast". I also carried my chess board and  bottles of Black Velvet. A tent and sleeping bag also.

I found Big Sur and I walked the path to Pfeiffer beach. Holy place for writers, musicians and painters. I decided to write my novel. Big Sur, an land touched by God. The sea, stormy, beautiful and dangerous. A Jack Kerouac nightmare and my place of peace.

The days are warm and the night can be chilly. It is okay. The Black Velvet whiskey will keep me warm in the night and the restaurant at the River Inn. Keep my belly filled.

I befriended many. Many people with Gypsy souls. Don't need fancy cars and large houses. Just need to be sun-kissed by the sun and the sea near. Many musicians and writer find me daily. They bring me coffee and we discuss everything, not important. We play the game of chess. Share laughter.

I tell the kids. Have fun, work less. Can't take money with you in death. The kids are cool. They never win the chess game and they love to talk. I followed the river to the sea.

Please come and visit the Dark Poet. He had found the salvation of the dancing sea.

  

Coyote.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I find contentment in these words in a writer who knows the true value of life..Material things aren't important in the bigger picture. Friendship, family and the natural environment are the finest things to celebrate. Following the river I can relate to. I like what I have read here Coyote. Thank you for sharing.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

One day I will do this dear Chris. My last place, will be the Pacific. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Dara]

I love this write! I think I am a Gypsy at heart but have too many responsibilities to take off and ‘walk about’. I can sense your restless spirit here and love of the simpler things in life. Sounds beautiful to me. Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Dara. One day I will escape my friend. We must.

[Dara]

Yes! Life is too short not to experience as much as possible. By the way, the video you chose to go with your poem was right on!