Upon The Banks

near the waters’ edge

ever closer to the point were the ocean

touches souls

where the sand is hard and soft

the breeze is refreshingly salty

and the birds skitter in and out of the surf

in a dance with the water

always keeping their eye on the prize

they call lunch

a heart could get lost here

or found soothed to the rhythm of the waves

ever present in the moment as nature speaks her language

gently to the soul the heart the essence 

You Touched Me Without Words

Standing in line so deep the end might not exist.

Trying out my patience in the holiday madness.

You keep catching my eye.

Even though I really try

Not to see anyone.

I steeple my hands in silent prayer. 

May the line move so I can get out of here.

You mimic me. Slight grin on your face.

Laughing now, yes, life is great.

Your expression says not to be so serious.

Take life as it comes. Be ubiquitous.

I have to agree. Wisdom from a child of not quite two.

You touched me without words. Thank you.