Sunday, November 10, 2019

The Beach

WINDY

It was a windy day 
as she ran alone on the windswept dunes
farther away there came 
darkening clouds that would soon overtake her
grit and sand in her eyes
let her see only blurry outlines
no tears,


This shore was far from home, 
she stopped and sat on a lonely log
there was no one here,


No friend
No lover
No history
No memory
No past
No loss
No words


All there was
All that met her was 
the wind which played with the waves
bouncing along the foam, small specks appeared, seagulls watching
her morning game, they soon let her be
let her become her own poem, her own dream,


she stared at the Atlantic
let herself be imagined sunlight
missing in this darkness of sea, wind, and cloud,


Drop
Drop
Drop
Drops fell 
to tell her someone was listening.

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