Looking to Sea
I walk along the ocean shore
Seeking refuge from all my strife.
The wave-soaked sand serves as my floor.
Stars guide my reflections on life.
I cast my gaze to ocean’s roar
In search of helpful solutions;
Like countless other souls before,
Wanting more than trite locutions.
Just then a vessel passes by,
Its lights merely a few dim specks;
Its dip below horizon nigh,
Concealing those who ply its decks.
The steady din of waves breaking
Washes my consciousness to sleep;
‘Til seagull’s squawk gets me waking,
And pondering the ocean’s deep.
Now back to my thirst for answers,
For enlightenment from the seas;
Distant waves break – tiny dancers,
Possibilities in its breeze.
Maybe that’s the sum of it all -
The shore’s a retreat from our fuss;
A harbor from life’s random squall,
But the steering is up to us.
Copyright © Bartholomew Williams | Year Posted 2017