We left the window open last night - again
Even before we open our eyes,
No alarm, no artificial time
That gray dog with spider legs is
Barking at her reflection on the
Bakery windows next door
The dark-chocolate birds are gossiping
About the lazy worms
We can hear the waves crashing
Against the rocks - like they're stretching
With the rest of the town - slowly waking up
You tilt your head and ask me:
"Can you smell the Ocean?"
I smile. We both know the bakery is the only
Thing we can smell this early in the morning -
Cream, sugar, peaches, and hot bread
"Yes," I say, looking at the waking blue
In your eyes
"I can smell the ocean"