Something a bit different for this week. It’s been a while since I shared any poetry, largely because most of them are too personal, too emotional, to share with a wider audience.
This photo was taken on the day at the beach that inspired the following poem a few years back. We arrived at Cape Henlopen, near Rehoboth DE, to a misty seashore. Having driven almost a hundred miles to get there, we were not about to be deprived of a day at the beach! Part way through the day I wandered off along the shoreline on my own and realised that the mist had closed round me like a cocoon. I couldn’t see another soul. I couldn’t hear another soul. All around me was the seabirds and the ocean….and for those few minutes while I sat on the sand and watched the waves roll in, it was bliss.
As the mist rolls in from the ocean
Casting spirals around in the air
I watch the seabirds at play.
They rush out after each wave.
They run hell for leather as the waves rush in to snatch their feet.
They chatter and flutter.
The waves crash and glide.
The mist soundlessly swirls and drifts
Sand between my toes.
Damp misty warmth on my sun kissed skin.
Not another human in sight.
(originally written 10 Sep 2008)