on the old sea wall…
standing in the light rain
bait fish shimmer the surface
gulls dive in to catch their prey
alone I witness, all this
not another, in long sights
the tell tale signs-
concrete, battered barrier wood
some lush green sea-grass revealed
from the tide out at sea from home
even with all the metal
and asphalt
miles of paven path in both directions long
I feel more surrounded
and humbled by the mother here
knowing, all this is a temporary dream
as wonderous as this may be, this rampart.

(the locale)

in my travels I endeavor to find little nooks of peace in this crazy loud mixed up wonderful world… sometimes this succeeds even beyond my expectations, a lone stretch of sea wall, not another person around, no sounds but birds and the surf, the occasional plane of course, this is New Jersey… but a light rain seems to have broken all comers but yet the sunset of light purples and pinks hints off in the distance.. yeah, I would say this was worth it. (for videos of my various excursions please check out my Youtube station, thanks for reading and spending some time here).