Dear Earth,

Here—where cliffs crumble
and the Pacific pulls at the edge of things—
you show me what longing looks like in color.

Turquoise churn,
salt on skin,
air so wide it feels like a promise.

This place holds my heart
without asking for it,
without needing anything in return.

Thank you for making room
for both gravity and surrender.

With love,
—Cat Atom