Seeking.
Gray clouds blanket the skies,
stretching out to the horizon
removing the blue hope
from the water and blocking out
the guide to the West.
Eyes search for peace and clarity:
feet thrust into the shallow depths,
the gray, foamy waves crash
with gentle uncertainty - running;
empty eyes linger on the West,
longing, lost
until the cold blade
of the ocean's untamed pain stabs
at the ankles of the lost -
bringing certainty through the opaque
cloud cover; disrupting it's totality,
breaking the spell of the waves
distant, dull thunder -
calling back reality
and the weight of what is left,
while providing sharp relief
with their stabbing cold.
Lighter now for what was lost.
Return.
