Expedition
"I shall return soon to this quiet place
To be with my friends of the kindred kind
Where poetry forms in a peaceful mind"
Connie Marcum Wong
i stand here
peering across the span
of a distance
greater than i
watching the crest
of handless waves
caress the shore
almost touching me
before pulling back
the sands
like those of an hourglass
shifting before my eyes
like countless minutes
of time as it moves
hurriedly along
life's path
i catch my breath
beneath a winded spray
of salty air
as tears gather
in my eyes
beneath a breaking dawn
in the shimmer
of golden hues
i see you
briefly
etching words
within my mind
your whispers
falling short
like this shell
beside me
a journey
now done
time
moves on
in folds of crimson
through the darkness
it waits
for no one
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2023
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