A Walk on The Beach

It is the offseason. The beaches are empty.
There is room enough for daydreams
the size of the sky.

Of love uninhibited. Of silence and space
enough my sins can all be emptied
and nothing, not even the sky, is sullied.

I dream of being here with you.
No words needed. Hands touching as we walk,
certain, so certain, of each other’s love

that words would be superfluous,
God walking with us, the great giver
of surprises.

Contentment does not come easy for me.
The world is too noisy. Too needy
and I am often uncomfortable

at my good fortune, of love arriving
when least expected, of the opportunity
to empty myself and recreate the broken parts

instead of having to fix them.

About this poem.

A poem about love. About grace. About my need for emptiness and silence. Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom