Do you ever wake up to the sound of the surf echoing in your ears? Sometimes, I do.

Today, I awoke not only with that primodial soundtrack but with the image of the classic metaphor of a message in a bottle floating around in my brain. As a little girl in Oregon, I had hoped quite hard to find one but I never did–only a few sand-polished shards of beach glass.

As the sun came up, I started thinking about a recent journey back to the Pacific coast a couple of years ago. After I wrote today’s poem, I spent a pleasant hour looking again at photographs from that trip.

Context for Poem “Intuition”:

I suppose the question encasing the metaphor of the message in the bottle trope is: who is the message meant to reach? And…then what?

Perhaps that is what all poems do for me, both send and receive–whether they come to me or come through me, whether I understand them or simply accept their mysterious presence.

One last time, until tomorrow,

LESLIE