Morning Walk

Written by: Edmund Siejka

Sometimes when I need to get away
I know a place
Where nature 
Has protected its own
Miles and miles away 
There is a beach
Flat and narrow
As a light brown ribbon stretching
Out to forever.

I want to be there
At first light
Coffee in hand
Smelling the fresh air
Walking along the deserted stretch 
Listening to the rhythm of waves breaking
On shore
Noisy seagulls 
My only companions.

Way off in the distance
Is another solitary figure
A dot on the beach
Walking slowly
Nearby a dog running up and down
Barking in the wind.

In silence
I watch
The sun suspended over the ocean 
Like a beautiful picture
There is no more for me to do this morning 
But to witness the beginning of another day.