For My Own Sake
Sand, Surf, and Shells
June 27, 1989
The waves rush in, green, wild and high, saying something to the shore. The rising cliffs address the sky and make the blue mean something more. The sandy beaches stretch to touch the jagged rocks with how they feel. In clouds and wind there is so much intent, struggling to reveal
Themselves, and to be understood. I used to come here, and to take all the wisdom that I could from what I saw, for my own sake,
Who felt, within, emotions form, opinions make tremendous growth, preparing to break out in storm or stand against a storm, or both.