Finding my Space
by Annie Jenkin

Walking down
a twisting path
that cuts through stark,
craggy grey rock.
My toes sink in sand
warmed by the sun …
I find a spot
near gathered driftwood.

Blue skies turn
to orange and pink,
as a tangerine sun
slips behind the island,
its silhouette now black
as day nestles into night.

Darkness deepens
as a big cream moon
lights glossy raven sea,
turning sand golden.
Wrapped in a cloak of calm …
I listen to the sea's soft lilt.


 

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