I chose a grey, hazy day in early Spring,
just as the snow has evaporated,
and a frosty wind still burns your fingers and face.
I wander along the beach awhile,
knowing I’ll be left alone,
and sit on the salt-smoothed boulders,
staring out to sea.
The foam gathers on the shore.
The clapping and crashing of the water
drowns out the call of the gulls.
I am present in this moment.
A few rays of light escape the clouds
and the ocean glitters like a rolling multifaceted jewel.
We are born again
out of ice and snow.
We ebb and flow
and respond to the moon.