Shells and sea glass, rocks and sand
Shifting through pockets, picked up by hand
Watery waves clatter to shore
Wandering along, looking for more
Wind whipping up spray, gray matter muddled in musing
Sun sets on horizon, bright hues ensuing
Deluge driven sideways, ashen clouds in the sky
Wondering, pondering, questions of why
Toes cold in the sea, numb to the pain
Ambling along, no striving for gain
A peace passes by, and loiters in song
From the gulls overhead, in my head, “This…
“…this is where I belong.”
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