A bit late, sorry... on the road... Oregon coast is cool.. 60 degrees. I'm looking for help to make this poem a clear view of that "in between" time in midlife. Appreciate all comments. Dewell
SEA-WASH
Sea stacks part
a butterfly breeze.
Young gulls stitch
a hollyhock sky.
Plovers stalk the foam line
For slack tide bounty.
I wait knee deep
in slow water.
Waxing waves escheat
My feet.
Waning flow denudes
my toes.
My breath comes slow...
Inhale, exhale,
I wait for a sign,
A sense of order...
A purpose for my life.
---Dewell H. Byrd
SEA-WASH
Sea stacks part
a butterfly breeze.
Young gulls stitch
a hollyhock sky.
Plovers stalk the foam line
For slack tide bounty.
I wait knee deep
in slow water.
Waxing waves escheat
My feet.
Waning flow denudes
my toes.
My breath comes slow...
Inhale, exhale,
I wait for a sign,
A sense of order...
A purpose for my life.
---Dewell H. Byrd