The roaring waves only I can hear
sings a song of hope and love.
The sun warm upon my back
even when it rains outside.
The sand beckons me to abandon the rigidness of life
beckons me to slip off my shoes
caress it with my bare feet.
A silent watchera piece of driftwood tossed up on the beach years ago
invites me to sit down for a spell
listen to the stories it has to tell
as well as ones I've hidden inside of me.
Seagulls circle and beg for food.
Their strident shrill cry
reminds me of my hunger.