The smooth, black, bitter delight
      as I look out on a
flood of fury, fear, and movement.

The gray wind wet with wrath
     becomes a means for
my soul to wander back to the One.

Six souls, a shared experience
conversations, closeness.
Friends feeding on
laughter at lunch
with one another all together.

Falling, falling
Down, down
     into the darkness
Suffering of the mind
     seething
Somehow numbing too
     cold, icy, frozen, forced solitude
A soul sickness
A soul crushed

Ocean expanse
Deep murky blue
Never ending
Nothing is bigger

Sweet little one
First sandy steps
Joyous eruption
Small, microcosm

God, You are there
Endless as the waves
Caring as a mom
Always, always here