the foamy crash's roar
rides the wind
that tousles my hair,
the strong pull
beneath the surface
buries my ankles
in grainy sand;
it repeats
again and again
as I stare
across the gray canvas
stretching to the horizon
time stands still,
my soul knows peace
is this as close
as we come
to healing
the aches of our world
Tag: ocean
Here
a whisper of salt
rides the coattails
of the wind
up
from the pristine blue;
it is the scent of memories,
too many to count
or relive in this moment,
so I sit
on a hard bench
in the welcome warmth
of the sun's afternoon glow,
staring out at the water,
gazing back through time,
wondering where it has gone,
happy I'm here now