Pause

I pause here.
A moment on the western ocean edge of this continent.
Post conference gathering
Of like minded and kindly souls.
Now I drift south and slightly west to hit this beautiful place from memory.
An impulse trimmed by
Another drive,
years before this moment.
It was
My first meeting with this Pacific creature.
Now the monolithic rocks and beach breaking waves of Cannon Beach
Seem familiar, so like a recent home,
But also it is a back casting swing of the mind,
Images stirring the surface like a
baited trout.
Who I was
Who I am now
Place
Welcoming me home.
I learn to stay put by wandering,
And returning.
And returning again.
To reground,
Breathe
Pause
Find my piece
of sandy salty ground.
Before the next swing of the rod
Propels me eastward.
Meet me here.
Because I will always pause
For you.