
Nicole’s winds drove the sea onto the land
Then over and under A1a,
Collapsing the road,
Flooding the inns and houses,
And destroying beach entrances.
Yet, Pelicans still glide over waves,
And dog walkers still converse at water’s edge.
Look there to your right.
Do you see that small white house
Nestled in the trees at water’s edge?
I look for it each time I cross the bridge
As I head toward town.
And each time I feel that it’s calling to me,
Though I can’t put in words exactly why.
And each time I feel my heart reply,
Though I can’t put in words exactly why.