thirty poems number twenty nine


sheltering     this pacific grace
 
 
I was here.   when the storm arrived.   I was here.

not long walking here.   alone.   well, not alone.   wind touching me.

making me more real, more like the found ocean inside of me.

each wave, a horse, white mane painted face.   continuous.

best shelter is a roof, no walls.   company needs enter unafraid.

no judgment cast.   only rain on my face.
 
 
 
 
 

6 thoughts on “thirty poems number twenty nine

    1. Well, I like being a part of it. Engaged, my magic word. Poof!

      I was happy finding that image. Like an old homecoming, because yes, I was right there for real, many times. If that makes me redundantly sentimental, I don’t care.

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