Coffee on her nightstand
Mom whispers my name
She says we should go right now
No one else awake
Reaching for my swim trunks
Feel them cool and damp
Sliding on my new flip flops
Crusted salt and sand
Palm trees on the freeway
Silhouettes at dawn
Blue-gray backdrop, ocean dark
Headlights in the fog
Wind caught in our t-shirts
Thousand steps to go
Sea salt on my nose and cheeks
She says she is home
Sea salt on my nose and cheeks
She says she is home
Barefoot over bedrock
Tidepools on the strand
Mom is right beside me now
Holding out her hand
Seashells in my pocket
Center of my life
I will come to know the world
One piece at a time
