Perched on a rock, I sit just out of reach
Of the frothy waves as they crash on the beach
I take from the ocean, he wants nothing of me
He speaks to my soul, restoratively
His waves are a whisper, "All will be fine."
I eagerly listen, searching for signs
He reaches his hands to caress my face
And my pain finds some comfort in his swirling embrace
"Give me all your worries, give them to me."
He coaxes them from me, so tenderly
For a moment, I hesitate, in my misery I linger
"Let go, let go," the waves call to my fingers
I hold out my bundle wrapped tightly in fear
And gently he takes it; all I hold dear
He sets it down, by a wave it is cradled
"Don't worry, I'll watch it until you are able."
My bundle is safe, by the sea it is lulled
And my heart soars free on the wings of a gull
Knowingly he says, "You'll be back very soon."
"'Til then take your comfort from my brother, the moon."
This poem was inspired by this prompt at Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. "Write a poem about your favourite place to be."