Ever since I was old enough
to think consciously
I have felt
a tugging in my chest
like a string

as playful and free as the dolphins
as deep and mournful as the call of the whales
as defined and pointed as the fin of a shark
as bouncing and powerful as the ocean waves
as calm as a tidal pool, untouched by the tide

I’ve wondered what it could be
Many times in my life.
Then as I enter
the white capped waves
and the feeling
eases away
like the feeling
of pain
oozing away to
form complete
bliss
I realize that the feeling
has been,
all
along,
the call
of the
ocean