My Place of Solitude

Over the shoulder, my bike is draped.

Looking over the other shoulder, I trek over rocks and tracks

and through the sand.

The ocean whispers. Waves gently caress the shore.

The smell of salty air brings calm to the heart where

silence ensues in view of the jagged rocks.

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With my toes in the sand, I stand in water pools.

Startled. A train rushes by; thoughts run wild.

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Here, I am free to sit, to be in my place of solitude

in secret, with nothing to do. To dream a little, and

people watch. Entertaining the chatter of their story.

Listen to the sound of a place of Solitude.