Sometimes alone I watch the tide
And wonder where it goes.
I watch the waves come rolling in
And settle around my toes.
The icy foam surrounds my feet
As I sink in grains of sand,
Renewing me…refreshing me
When my world gets out of hand.
The wind, the waves, the rounded rocks
The smell of salted air,
Are all things that refresh my soul
When nothing else is there.
Those time I stand and watch the sea
Are times that I hold close,
That special port, my last resort,
For when I need it most.
When my world seems out of reach,
I reclaim that place I know.
Patiently, quietly standing watch
As high tide turns to low.
The receding tide draws me in
And renews my strength of mind.
Together we head out to sea
And leave the world behind.
One old, solitary seagull
Heading homeward, soaring low,
Taking all my worries with it
To wherever oceans go.
Bev Bryant