Thursday, August 18, 2011

collecting freckles

Collecting freckles
 at the shore,
 wind and spray
 play wild in my hair.

I mark miles of sand
 with a barefoot rule
 to the cooling caress
 of ocean foam
 and reflect
 in the light
 of a blazing sun.

I search the horizon...

the sky...

the sea...

until a fresh perspective
 finds me.

 by this quiet gift,
 I am content
 to turn toward home.


1 comment:

Shauna said...

Soothing to the soul: sea, vast
sand and air. Love this quiet
poem of finding your calm.