Standing In Salt Water

The sea holds a reputation, choppy,
frothy, unaccountable, and diverse
but I cannot be worried
with the futility of that

A quiet gull fancies my shoulder
A fisherman brings my tray
I have a gift of gauging  islands
many miles away
Nothing here is self important or
distressfully intense
 I steer myself past alcoves
bordering regrets

The shells are not unbreakable
running with the sea
Some days the sun falls in the sand
and I rock my song to sleep

I am always watching
the horizon stretch to flat,
the way the water slaps
forward, forward, back
Do you know a secret ?
I heard this from a cloud
or perhaps an old man drifting,
that moved light, like a cloud

Learn to lose your feet
simply by standing still
a meditation of shifting
deep inhales, exhale

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

if it wasn't for all those valleys, how could you climb these mountains

[Ken Simm.]

It is so easy to feel the tow of the waves when reading this. Sweet poetry in the truest sense of the words.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love swimming in the ocean. Even with sharks and jellyfish. Something soothing about the rhythm...like the womb... envelopes and makes one forget all the dangers. Great write.

[Robin]

the symbolic sea , and the stories it will tell , to the willing heart