The sea reminds me of my own insignificance

in the grand orchestra of things.

Today, I heard it deeply sigh with reluctance

Retreating far into the benign horizon.

Waves thrashed about in fury

Vomiting flotsam and jetsam upon unsuspecting shores

A slipper, old bottles, a child's plastic shovel,

old boots, three combs, an oval handmirror

with barnacles clawing into its frame.

More slippers more bottles, more battered toys.

And, a deep, deep irreverence for rules.

And, there I was

walking it's length

The weight of the world upon my shoulders, or so I thought.

Time to shed old skin

barnacles, warts and all.

Regurgitate like the mighty sea in front

Shudder, spasm, shake....but, not hold back.

Rewild, like life depends on it

Restore, for there's no time like now

Healing is not of this planet alone,

It's closer home,

It's personal.