MY FEET DELIGHT….
My feet delight to write upon your sand,
Swabbed clean and holystoned scant hours ago.
These graving tools record my progress and
Leave in their wake the thanks I’d have you know.
When cancerous woes would seem to overwhelm,
I leave those cares in bond and come to you
To find true solace in your magic realm
And have my blunted spirit forged anew.
Though dull the day yet still your prospects please.
Strange physic paves your strand that lies beside.
Somehow my regrets fade, my tension ease,
And wash away as by an evening tide.
Blithe gulls command this breeze exultantly.
And with them my heart soars. Uplifted. Free!