Nice little column by Marion Winik:
http://www.baltimorefishbowl.com/stories/true-confessions-a-writing-workshop-confidential/- wish I'd gotten to take a class with her when I was still going to the University of Baltimore...

I Could Find the Path

with my eyes closed.
evergreen bay leaf salt
through the tunnel of green.
there,
there the sea.
the greengrayblue.
seaweed sandpipers.

earlier, with our mothers, we sifted through family photos.
but as night fell, headed to the sea.
moon jellies glowing, bodies bumping against rocks.

and the tide pool,
there, by the jedi we raced as children--
having memorized all the gaps, the sloping rocks.

and the pool in the moonlight.
how i tore my clothes off, dove in...