The other day she slid her feet
into cool soft sand and listened,
to a lighthouse whisper its wisdoms
into the crashing ebb of waves
showing through stalwart radiance:
How to weave a quiet serenity
in the moments of solitude
and vast wild openness,
How to be the only structure
in an endless sea of blue
and find substance there,
How to truly inhabit one’s self
in such a voracious authenticity
and beacon that light out to others,
So she wrote that light house
a thank you in the sand then watched
as high tide carried that gratitude
to the wise lighthouse.
Of Poems and Places 