Reflections By The Sea
So much was on her mind as she sipped coffee and
Listened to the birds twitter. The boat sails were flapping and the sound of the water made a melody so sweet she almost forgot her pain.
He was gone now and she knew it. What replaced that
Loving feeling was a sense of expectation that having felt
that love so deeply did she not have the capacity to feel even more? Was that possible?
Then she heard the sound of the seagulls and a smile came
To her face as she thought “such scavengers, such survivors”. But what would a seascape be without their flight and their squawking? It would not be life as she knew it sure and this morning life was very good indeed.
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I have dropped from that feeling
a bit dried to cracking
but still malleable enough to
feel the breeze
to feel a passer by
to feel pleased
enough to know the cycle
of beginnings always feel hopeful
and the middle feels known
but now I am forgetting both
I feel no end in sight
sailing as dusk sweeps in
as early as surprise
I am here for me once again
allowing a larger part of me