On nights when the questions might overwhelm me–
I find my bare feet dragging me through the shifting sand,
to face the unending sea.

The city lights are too noisy, too loud;
every person wants to speak, every person wants to be heard.

The city lights have too many answers, I muse.

I find the sea only has one:

peace.

–Β “The Unending Sea” — for Eeya.

LL.

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