Watching waves in a picture, silently washing onto shore,
their white foam surrounding shells, rocks, odds and ends,
dropped by people at times.
Never feeling stranded in life, able to escape in pictures
of nature, humanity and skies of blue filled with innuendos
far above earth.
Staking thoughts on tides of an invisible ocean, enjoying
the way life drifts across the surface, painting freedom,
being gathered as the ocean's power and control ease this
being into a solemn tranquility.
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