Safe

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s