Gratitude
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Low tide.
Scattered rocks wear
weedy jackets to shield
sea life from the drying air
and in the far distance,
clouds leak a fine mist of rain
as if to cool the heat
of a setting sun.
It is a joy to be here -
on this beach, at this moment
that has taken the universe
billions of years to unfold
by blowing up stars, recycling
the leftovers into the wonder
that is here and to take it in,
made me.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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