Poem – Inside the Blue Curl of the Wave

I sat by the ocean watching the waves.
They softly rolled in hiding a magical enclave.
As the summer light was shining above.
The wave curled and it showed what it was made of.

Reflected inside the curl of the wave.
Was the reflection of a bright blue color being so brave.
I shook my head in disbelief.
Were my eyes giving me grief?

But I looked again, and the wave reflected the sky.
It was as if there was magic in my mind’s eye.
I realized that through my glasses it came to be.
The lenses allowed me to see into the heart of the sea.

As I sat and watched the wonder of this magnificent light.
I found myself like a child in pure delight.
Magic is like that; it is always around.
One just needs to see the right way to allow the wonder to astound.

We live in a world where there are miracles everywhere.
This one made me stop, wonder, and stare.
Like a siren singing a call.
This moment was there to enlighten and enthrall.

I called the other women to notice it too.
For some they saw gold and orange instead of purple and blue.
Just as we all see what we need at that time.
Some needed another color to illuminate the sublime.

So, the next time you are at the ocean or a lake.
Take a moment to put on your shades and take a break.
Look at the waves and allow yourself to see.
The colors of magic that are calling you to be.
~Suzanne Wagner~