By: Raz Allen
On this gray day, I sit on the misty seashore
Wondering of an opportune door
Will it open? Will it close?
Will the clue be right under my nose?
Watching pelicans glide on by
Will I hear the answer in the seagulls cry?
What say the waves crashing on the sand?
What conclusion would the stingray land?
In the curl of the tide, balancing body, mind and soul
Letting it tumble, letting it roll
Maybe I’ll revisit the query another day
Right now, I just want to dive into the arms of the ocean….. and play!
