WHERE I STAND
Since childhood I’ve stood here,
looking out as if waiting for
something to appear.
We are shorelines.
Pressed by waves of thoughts,
touched by winds of words, yet we
feel safe in the safety of an eventide flow.
We gather at sunset, remembering
farewells while shading our eyes at
sunrise from the brightness of days,
as we push and step.
Storms draw the curious to stand
at this place, challenging the ocean
and then forced to retreat.
My return is forever, a visit through