Pacific Ocean

I think my muse lives here
frittering around among the
bougainvillea
and
pelicans
and
rose hips
and
waves.

Dancing in colors
of
nightly sunsets.
Not at all interested
in
shades
of
gray.

My muse struggles
in places with
limited light.
But put her in
sunshine.
Hear her
squeal
with
delight.

So,I sit here watching.
My eyes filled
with her
glee.
Trying to write
fast enough
while she’s here
with me.