Looking Out To Sea.

Upon the grassy, windswept verge I stand,

The salty air against my outstretched hand.

Grey clouds drift low above the restless blue,

And all the world feels vast, and strange, and new.

The rim of water stretches, endless, wide,

With hidden secrets tucked beneath the tide.

Gulls wheel and cry in circles overhead,

While foaming waves break steadily ahead.

I watch the dance of light upon each crest,

The sun’s reflection shimmers with the rest.

My mind drifts far beyond the pebbled shore,

Imagining the stories gone before.

A fishing boat is bobbing on the swell,

A distant silhouette I know so well.

Its faded sails are tattered by the breeze,

Yet still it finds its path across the seas.

Here, gazing out where sky and ocean meet,

With sand and shingle shifting ‘neath my feet,

I find a peace the city cannot give,

In watching waves, I learn anew to live.