touching wet sand – v4

Turning East for but a quick moment
a small detour on my workday travels;
Maybe stopping for five minutes,
to go forward, to linger, to savor,
feeling the urgent pull of the sea.
 
Hearing the tides, the wind, the ocean,
walking towards the familiar dunes;
Reaching down, at the water’s edge
touching wet sand, the moving water,
connecting to the ancient, the primordial,
a simpler time on this path, this earth.
 
A casting in the liquid earth,
as temporary as the tide,
the moving waters, a breath;
Lingering but for a moment
gone before I turn ‘round.

 
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Edited January 25, 2023

touching wet sand – v4

 

Edited January 23, 2023

touching wet sand – v3

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/01/touching-wet-sand-v3.html

Edited January 21, 2023

touching wet sand – v2

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/01/touching-wet-sand-v2.html

January 21, 2023

touching wet sand

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/01/touching-wet-sand.html

 

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