By D. R. DiFrancesco
The suns glare blinding in it sheer radiance,
Ricocheting off the snow white froth as it lays claim to another piece of shore,
Drawn back to it’s primordial beginnings,
Only to reemerge in it’s own time in some distant land.
The song of the gulls,
Circling and floating in anticipation of their next meal,
A beautiful natural thing to behold,
Lives boiled down to simplicity.
The snap of the blue claw crab,
Rouses me from my trance,
Unafraid, claws raised in defense of his little piece of turf,
Only to surrender it to return to the sea.
Could it be that there are lessons to be learned,
Wisdom in nature so often ignored,
Giving prominence to our petty and corrupt selves,
Hollowed out by our material love.
As high tide comes rushing in,
New shore from distant lands makes this beach it’s home,
I am beckoned to take leave,
Walking away with a gift greater than I dared ask for.