A Trip to the Shore
You arrive with your baggage,
a working vacation,
a decision more than recreation,
a shedding as you open the bags,
pour them out,
and watch them disappear in the sea.
About this poem
The sea soothes me. I release the clutter in my life. The depression lifts. The anxiety releases. I come back renewed, even after a single day.
The picture was taken at Hampton Beach. In the off-season of course.