Love
Cool morning tide gently caresses my feet,
into the morning sunrise of gray and wet sea breeze.
It is the rhythm of the tide and the sound water splashing
into the sand just ahead.
It is the seagulls dipping into their beginnings.
Off in the distance is a lone surfer with aspirations
of riding back on a wave calm enough to be doable.
The grays blend into my feelings deep into myself,
and I pause, all the before comes at once and I borrow wisdom
from the universe.
CMM. 2024.
can it be I think
Often pansies stuck inside,
I was always treated
Eagle and Child Inkling 