A wandering soul
must have a beach of her own,
if she is to rest.
Peace
Tag: beach
Small problem
We’re just tiny specks,
a world of ocean around—
crow shit in windscreen.
New ride
A road to the coast—
laying out the red carpet,
welcoming new wheels
Tiny
From the jetty’s edge
with an ocean between us
minuscule humans
Masked
Undettered shorelines
as far as the eye could see—
turbulent deep seas.
The Chaos Within 