Friday, January 27, 2012

a storm abating as it moves offshore

and the emerging sun lighting the rainbow spray

in the sky above the shoreline

the battered heart beats more easily

the shredded nerves lie in their grooves

the wearied mind is vacant as its pain fades slowly

and all peace is a phase change between surges of process

always back to the beach in the stillness

pulled to the sand's edge like the tug of the tide

as it settles in for its short spell of stasis

always the ending that begins again all momentum

as we're called back to where we started

the new storm forming quietly in the churning water

the next rest fortified in this one...this dappled singular one...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

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