Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Instability to Hope

toes squishing
muddy, sandy substance. engulf. comfort.
weight and gravity push me down in the not-so-solid earth

feet wetted
frothy, gentle waves. permeate. wake.
water and shifting sand keep me aware of the surrounding scene

body rocking
windy, salty air. chill. refresh.
instability and cold shock me into a new thought of today

eyes watching
quickly, exceedingly. pain. light.
dawn and a graspable horizon invite hopes home for some breakfast

1 comment:

Patty said...

I'm not sure what beach that is, but "muddy" means it isn't the white sand Cynthia loves!

I do like the idea that your early morning walk brings: hopes home for some breakfast!