Day at the A Beach
Strong winds blow the white caps
Terns screech aloft hazy summer sky,
Floating on blustery blasts
Raw power of wind & sea rejuvenates my idle spirit,
Stirring primal elements laying in sullen sleep
How vast is the ocean,
Deep is her beauty,
Wide is her message
And yet, I ponder her meaning,
Maybe I lack understanding
Or attempt to make complexities from her simplicities,
Or perhaps, I just haven’t stopped long enough to listen
As my restless spirit seeks to move onto other realms of divinity
My spirit roams
Raw power of wind & sea
My source of rejuvenation,
But the meaning is still unanswered
Discarded in my thought
In the next cycle,
If I land on the ocean’s shores
Where white caps are driven by the wind
And terns screech aloft the sand,
Maybe I will ponder once more
©Wayne Adam
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