the restless way

nature | poems

mid moment
waves splash spray spill foam covered rock
where vessels dock
fog seal seashells in the sand
ships tied to the pier upon the shore
whitecaps wake for
trolling trawlers sake
break against the rocks to the ocean floor
the luck of the draw
finishing touches for
turning about in the wind
sailing in the breeze and then
taking on rough sea again
a night of star filled sky
redirects the eye
to find the restless way
letting go with willingness
in the wonder of the day.

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