Day 3 at the Shore
My Blue-Gray Ocean Always in motion My blue-gray ocean, Surging and heaving, I grew up believing, She knew me. Whirling and flowing In rhythmic motion. My breath in sync. All the while, I think--- Time scurries. One breath I'm bracing For waves breaking. New breath--my daughter Splashing life in water. Next breath her child, Generations profiled In melodious song To which we belong. Hold on to the day Fast it slips away. Gulls high ore' the sea, Laugh at the futility. Time swirls and foams Tickling my toes. Endless emotion, My blue-gray ocean. ------G. Hill
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. ---– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls; All Your waves and breakers have gone over me. -----Psalm 42: 7