Sunday, December 05, 2004

At the Seaside: A Poem

On the shore
Snowy Plovers
In flocks by line
Move swiftly to then away
From the waters edge

Dividing time
in jagged streaks of speed
they dash about
Heads bob poking sand
Behind trails of outbound sea.

Waves crash in quiet thunder
Rolling out to settle in the deep

Here, is where I’ve wandered.
A thousand times I’ve come
To be swallowed up by ocean space,
To wash away troubles of thought and mind
Into the sea.



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