It has been too hard to sit here and use my left typing hand. Never mind. I have been through the worst of my storm and am in the rehabilitation mode now. I am hoping for a full release. There is still work to do.
New Weather Coming
I walk the long shore,
through the sand, the gravel, shells,
the strands of brown kelp,
with gulls calling me,
telling me to heed your name
whispered in the salt
breeze, and out to sea
the cloud banks rise up building
the new front.
Beyond
all, you sail my life.
February 26, 2009 8:21 PM
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Wow....I was there the other day. Just the other day. :)
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Wish I could have been there with you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteYou were! I carry my friends in my heart :)
ReplyDeleteit's gonna be alright i think.....
ReplyDeleteUm yes, the whole experience is like that only at high tide.
ReplyDeleteStill work to do... always still work to do. :) Beautiful poem, Christopher. Hoping for your full release... Love to you.
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Thank you Liz. I love it when you drop by. Love you back.
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Oh what a lovely fresh sea breeze of tentative relief. So glad it's easing, and the poem is just perfect.
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