Poem: Pacific

Ocean...
contradiction...
magnet to my soul...
Ocean and me...
we go back a long ways...
though never was on it
until I was thirteen...
was from it a bit before that...
Yes...somebody was right...
never mind the gobbled ships
of England and Spain...
and the Haida canoes
bottom up in mid-straight...
Pacific...you are my contradiction...
my salty healer...
my returning place...
Despite all the evidence
to the contrary...
I feel your peaceful heart...............