Horizons

From here, you can just hear the waves
a gentle song today.
And though it is early season
and the wind is cold,
the first hints of summer,
the sun on the sand,
create a soft almost heat
as you stand barefoot,
wrapped in coats.

There is nothing here except the fine line
between sea and sky.
The mountains you love are far to the east,
and you begin to think it is time to leave them behind
with their beauty and barriers,
and seek places like this, new and unlimited,
where there is no place to hide
no mountains to protect you
or stand in your way,

In the distance, a seagull cries
and you lift your eyes, squinting
like the old man you are,
amazed at the yearning still in your bones
as you smell the salty air.

About this poem

The picture was taken at Cape Cod in March. That trip did things to me and I am still sifting, trying to understand what.

Tom