I walk the beach to heal,
feeling the sand cushion and comfort
my tired feet.
I hear the sound of the calming wave,
see the sandpiper’s
long pecking beak and skinny legs
scurry in the bright sunlight.
With each mindful step, with each crashing wave,
I walk the beach as the rocks line the shore.
I find ease in each deep breath,
more freedom to stay in the vastness
of time and space.
I pass the ocean’s creations, its windy inventions, monuments of driftwood, objects molded out of seaweed—a shoe, a vest, a boat’s bow jutting from the sand.
Beyond I see the earth’s rotation, the universe in motion, feeling that my walk will be an endless circle of my imagination.
I stop and stand patiently as if on the skinny legs of the sandpiper, realizing that this was my first home, where it all began.
this magnificent poem brought me so many beautiful visions. I so love to walk along the water barefoot, such a blessing to experience.
Thank you, Wendi. It so is a blessing. 🙂🌞
my pleasure Mark 🙂
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You’re welcome, Mark…
I always go to the sea to heal. I sit on the beach, listening, feeling the calm as it soothes my soul…
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Thanks, again. RR.
Wow. Truly incredible.
Thank you, Watt. Your work as well.
Thank you, Shweta!!
I love this! It’s one of those poems when I say, How could this poet have known just what I was feeling and expressed it so precisely?
A beautiful complement, Liz. 🙏🏻