Frogs all night

In the morning when we woke by the beach, the sunlight poured in.

The clouds smudged the sky.

Along the shoreline, there were a few fishermen bringing in perch.

The waves were high and cold.

Many shells.

Ducks landing and taking off.

Frogs all night.

We were so torn apart by Red Hen details that we couldn’t really enjoy the palm trees, the shells, the clouds floating, we didn’t sit by the fire.  We didn’t really relax.  We couldn’t.

We should have become part of the ocean and air and sky.

We are writers.

That’s our job.

This morning I went out to the ocean and said goodbye.

Published in: on February 21, 2016 at 9:19 pm  Leave a Comment  

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