Endings.
Time\'s reach stood still that morning
for me.
With the ocean\'s return to its normal,
and tide climbing
steep banking beach I saw it.
Lifeless beauty washed ashore.
White body on dusting of pebbled
debris above
littered line where water receded.
After night\'s storm had tossed itself
quiet, there
between jeweled sea and my feet
one moment of
sad surprise unrolled mortality.
No formal mourning this graceful
still swan-song
silenced by mysterious endings.
Just nature\'s calm requiem for the
life and death journey
destined for every born creature.
There lies an in-bred affinity with
such submission
to wisdom\'s purpose as beings
bend to beginnings
then finally breathe their finalé.
Time, that morning stood more
than stiller for me.