Ocean Therapy

Alone I stit, but in fact I am not.

Kept company by gulls who eye me carefully.

It is quiet I think, but it is not truly quiet,

The waves insist over and over; “life continues!”

My life pauses for a moment, but the world does not,

The ocean slaps the rocks and recoils in spray.

There amongst the noise of broiling sea, and tousle of wind,

I find what I came for at last, and claim it.

I dig my toes into damp grit, I breathe in salted air and close my eyes,

This moment is mine.