I awoke on a beach in the late afternoon,
When the ocean was calmer.
After the waves had raced hard
Like stockbrokers before the last bell,
It’s voice crashing
Hard enough to trip people up in the under toe.
But at that time of the day,
The sky was solid blue and feathered with white clouds.
It was as though I had slept through a war
had gone to the secret place where I was alone
With myself and content with the company.
Comfortable and silent
in a place not everyone can go to alone.
And when I awoke things were calm.
I yawned and my face stretched fresh,
As I walked along the new shore.
The loud water was clear and warm
Breathing more slowly now, relaxed;
Just whispering against the sand like parents after a long day.
And at this time of the day bouquets of small shells
Clung to vines of clear seaweed.
My shadow danced and bent on golden shores.
My shadow folded and stepped far ahead of me.