A distant fog becomes the horizon
of the wide expanse of gulf water.
Rolling ripples of waves undulate,
breaking softly
on the white sand beach.
The early morning calm
forces restlessness
to be ignored
as it is overlaid with pleasure
in a comforting warm
breeze.
The damp air coats my body,
the legend of my footprints
in the sand
is washed and vanish by…
into the relentless tide
Thought slides inward
as I absorb my environment
metamorphing from observer
to participant,
totally immersed.
I treasure these infrequent moments,
always vowing to return;
to become a permanent
resident of an idyllic world.
If only I could
step into the scene
created by my words;
close the entranceway,
and spend eternity
observing you
as you
experience my creation,
but
then,
what becomes of the
underlying restlessness
that must emerge
from the
overlaid
reality?
Evans C. Reitman-Swiss © 6-2004
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