By the sea
Among these ancient oaks of Spanish moss
and inhaled air of salted scent,
Iíve spent much time in solitary contemplation.
I have left tracks upon the shore
while counting dolphins, timing waves, sifting shells through open fingers.
Iíve watched each setting sun,
comparing each sunset display to the ones that came before it
and like women,
finding each to have a unique beauty of its own.
Iíve fed seabirds
and like GPS-guided munitions,
they found their target.
Still, I continued to feed them.
Night has always known the color of my thoughts
and under those eternal, tiny fires
Iíve felt peace, healing, hope.
Life often moves too quickly
and sometimes we need to step off and catch our breath.
I just caught mine.