Pigeon Point Jetty

[searingedrock]

Lying prone against the jetty
it is clean, weathered grey.
Peek down between planks
at a myriad of fish
waving waves of silver.


and the sun hot and yellow
and the water aqua and clear
and the wind a soft exhalation

I meet my Self at the place where
sea meets sky


we travel onward
in one place
neverending.