The ocean sparkles in the sun,
An empty dory sits quietly on its mooring.
Shifting slightly in the breeze,
But it does not stray.
No clouds in the sky.
A quiet dirt road made from still pebbles and rocks,
Momentarily interrupted only by my steps.
Stillness so loud,
Accompanied only by a quiet breeze,
Which instructs the lupins to silently wave to me.
They are excited by my presence.
A gull caws above me,
Shattering the stillness for a moment.
Its shadow glides over me,
I can almost hear it fly away.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
The ocean sparkles in the sun,
An empty dory sits quietly on its mooring.
Shifting slightly in the breeze,
But it does not stray.
No clouds in the sky.
A quiet dirt road made from still pebbles and rocks,
Momentarily interrupted only by my steps.
Stillness so loud,
Accompanied only by a quiet breeze,
Which instructs the lupins to silently wave to me.
They are excited by my presence.
A gull caws above me,
Shattering the stillness for a moment.
Its shadow glides over me,
I can almost hear it fly away.
