Tom dinning
Registrant*
The muffled sounds of surf against the sand.
The turbulence of waves and wind.
The endless horizon.
Unknown depths.
As I stand here watching and waiting I am reminded of nothing.
I can wait or I can move into the image.
I have chosen to move.
Then I see everything moves with me.
The peace comes from within, not from the sea.
Peace is only that which I can grasp along the way from passing thoughts.
If I stop.
If I look too long and longingly
I will drown.