By the sea
Resting in Unrest
Resting in unrest,
he gazes out the window counting years.
So many, too few, time draining, mind straining,
he measures all he’s done
and finds it not enough.
The years passed sneakily,
as if barefoot,
but the last two,
like a drunk,
stumbled and loudly stomped the floors.
He is alive.
Pain reminds him daily of that truth.
He wonders at the years ahead,
looks upon memories of those now lost
the images would fill
less than one album.
Peace at any price is not peace!
His peace was a compromise
and now with time draining,
he understands that all too well
Not enough done, seen, learned
and not enough hands that were held
in moments of need.
His fault and his missed moments,
And so, he sits resting in unrest
and counting years,
but has yet to count the tears.
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.