Sun cuts through the slats of the fences,
light and shadow on the sand.
The ocean is calm today.
Soft waves wash against the shore.
A serenade. A lullaby.
A hymn of thanksgiving.
It is enough to sit here. To feel the sun.
Time disappears. You disappear in the landscape.
You have come to understand what you are
and a few of the whys. It is enough.
You are content to know less, feel more.
Know less, experience more
without the luggage of a life lived spottily, strangely,
too often lacking answers.
In the distance, gulls cry out.
In the distance, clouds nudge the horizon.
Wind ruffles your hair. You smell the salt.
And you wonder at how long it took you
to lose yourself. To find yourself.
To understand the meaning of enough.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC
Sun cuts through the slats of the fences,
light and shadow on the sand.
The ocean is calm today.
Soft waves wash against the shore.
A serenade. A lullaby.
A hymn of thanksgiving.
It is enough to sit here. To feel the sun.
Time disappears. You disappear in the landscape.
You have come to understand what you are
and a few of the whys. It is enough.
You are content to know less, feel more.
Know less, experience more
without the luggage of a life lived spottily, strangely,
too often lacking answers.
In the distance, gulls cry out.
In the distance, clouds nudge the horizon.
Wind ruffles your hair. You smell the salt.
And you wonder at how long it took you
to lose yourself. To find yourself.
To understand the meaning of enough.
About this poem.
Less has made me more. ****** if I understand it, but it’s true.
Tom
