I Taste the Smell of Coffee
I taste the smell of coffee as I leave the plane.
Pacific air softly brushes my cheek.
Fighting the feeling, I am home again.
Luggage found, driving toward the city, sun peeking
Through the patchy, cloudy, gray skies.
Pacific air softly brushes my cheek.
Always leaving this place, asking why.
Memories flooding, walls building, then release
Through the patchy, cloudy, gray skies.
Salty wind blows off the Puget Sound
My toes wriggling in the warm, dry sand.
Memories flooding, walls building, then release.
Across the bay the Olympic range rises,
Climbing mountains, overlooking valleys of lush green trees.
My toes wriggling in the warm, dry sand.
Sailing through rippling, jagged waves—tease
Climbing mountains, overlooking valleys of lush green trees.
I taste the smell of coffee as I leave the plane.
Fighting the feeling, but I am home again.
