Nature poem

The rolling waves

The eerie loneliness

The ostinato of sea birds

The lulling waves

Lull my mind to sleep

The canvas sky staring at me

The horizon painted orange

The fluffy white clouds, the artist expunged mistakes

The wind seems to whisper

Calling my name

The tuffs of seaweed

My ever-growing sea shadows

It’s slimy personality, drifting into my heart and around my legs

The refreshing ocean; like a fresh drink on a hot summer’s day

Unlocks the impenetrable doors of my stress

And as the tide reseeds, it takes my worries with it

So, when I wonder why I’m such a keen ocean swimmer

I think I’ve found my answer