These sunrise walks at water’s edge will end

Much sooner than originally planned.

This vast, flat ocean has become my friend,

My confidant, as footprints in the sand

Trail behind, witness to thoughts that only

The water, the seagulls, and I can share.

That still, small voice that echoes the lonely

Child inside is safe here, while everywhere

Else it hides, obedient to a fear

Of exposure. But in this peaceful place

Where no one can get close enough to hear,

It shouts. The days are easier to face.

The man has found his daily precious walk.

There must be a place where the boy can talk.