I sat here and thought about it for the longest while. As if I was a physical part of the bench we shared the moments in time and gazed out upon the sea. The world turning, time racing through the mi
nd and soul. A whisper of thoughts thrust out on invisible airways scattering in the afternoon breeze. Like dandelion fairies the energy flows every which way. The sun sets, the moon rises, day after day. The horizon is always level with the ocean not up or down but illuminating the wide expanse of water. The dune grass wiggles in the wind refreshing my mind once again. My hands rest upon the weathered wood sensing the soft splinters gray and uplifting. No one knows I am here sitting and waiting. Watching and learning. Remembering and wanting. Whispers in the wind. When will I see you again? I’ll be here. Close and near. The sea calls for me. And you. ~Patrick