Gentle Island

Time
A curved perfection,
There upon the sand -
I sifted out the worries
From the crevice of my hand.
Far away the roaring
Of the breakers and the tide -
The crash of expectation -
My swift,
Unhurried stride
Carries me out further
To a place beneath the sky,
The gentle ocean sighing,
Hours drifting by.


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