Peace
In the early morning mist…
I looked upon the place, that would,
eventually become mine.
I never owned it…nobody really could,
but it was mine, just as time is mine…
if I chose to take it.
Mother Nature took care of the decorating…
Seagulls, sandpipers…
the sand and shells,
scattered in the lazy pattern of last nights tide
which has taken its turn,
rolling in again, at it’s own pace.
I have listened to the gentle, whirling wind and
I’ve seen the brilliance of
the moonlit skies over the sea…
and I claim them as mine…
for the time it is mine to use…
and then it will return to its maker,
for the next adventurer to borrow
to seek their vision,
to find peace…at the shore.
Copyright May 2001
Tamara J. Egan
May 2001
May 2001
