Found Objects

I found myself walking along the sea.
We are all part sea water and perhaps
I'm on a pilgrimage to the call of the tides.

 

Living so far away from the ocean, the
beach is unfamiliar and holds secrets.
The water is cold. The sand is soft.

  

 

Landlocked, I see the beach and the ocean
with different eyes. I lock away the smallest details.
It could be years before I return -- or never.

   

 

That's probably me with my head looking down.
That’s how I walk on a beach. Or I scan the horizon.
I see a few others my age doing much the same.
 

  

The gulls call out. They gather and squabble.
The shorebirds taunt the spent waves.
A lone jogger passes by without a word.

  

This sand is decorated with polished stones.
Washed by each gentle wave, they shine
and leave patterns from the receding flow.
 

  

 

Sand Dollars are plentiful -- maybe half dollars.
They are small and lie flat, awaiting discovery
among the rivulets and tracks in the sand.
 

  

  

I find things that others may not see.
And once again, on this brisk December day,
I found myself walking along the sea.

  

 

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Comments 4

 
Monika Schott on Sunday, 23 December 2018 21:56

Beautiful!

Beautiful!
Ken Hartke on Monday, 24 December 2018 04:35

Glad you liked it. Thanks for stoppingby...

Glad you liked it. Thanks for stoppingby...
Rosy Cole on Monday, 31 December 2018 13:34

This is so lovely, Ken. The concept of 'mindfulness' is hackneyed nowadays, but this is truly what Life is about, what makes it worth living. Beautiful thoughts and vivid pics to fasten them in the memory.

This is so lovely, Ken. The concept of 'mindfulness' is hackneyed nowadays, but this is truly what Life is about, what makes it worth living. Beautiful thoughts and vivid pics to fasten them in the memory.
Ken Hartke on Monday, 31 December 2018 16:57

Thanks, Rosie. I see people running in circles when all they need to do is stop and take in what is offered. I recharge my batteries in places like this nearly empty beach. We have to find ourselves, sometimes. Have a good 2019.

Thanks, Rosie. I see people running in circles when all they need to do is stop and take in what is offered. I recharge my batteries in places like this nearly empty beach. We have to find ourselves, sometimes. Have a good 2019.
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