Early on the Bay

The water between the rocks

sounds like the giggles

of an alien child.

The silence is

pierced

by birdsong.

And I am all too aware

of the time passing,

but it’s time

well spent.

I am solitary,

but not alone.

The difference is telling,

but I’m used to it now.

The sun feels so good,

like a hug by the fire

after a stormy winter day.

Small waves make

white gold sparkles of sunlight,

blinding even as they beckon,

but I’m not ready

to go.

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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