Healing

Original. Rewritten as sonnet MY FEET DELIGHT… Nov 98.

HEALING ON A LONELY BEACH

My feet delight to walk 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.

So dull the day and yet your prospects please.
Strange physic paves your strand that lies beside.
Somehow my regrets fade, my tensions ease,
And wash away as by tomorrows tide.