“I scourged myself today
in sea salt, wind and spray”
Take this anger, really despair,
in a blanket of gentle silence.
To lay on the rock ledge
pitted and wet,
within strike of the sea.
Something inside is
both explosive and caustic.
And as each day builds
containment appears
to be, a vain solution.
But the ocean’s
water soothes,
takes the pain and
wraps it in a sea of
love and indifference.
“Wind chilled, exhilarated:
I turn for home.
And in my emptiness grows
wisdom’s warming glow”
©️ Dai Fry 23rd May 2020.