Before this moon will rise the sun must set. I wait alone upon the beach except for strangers waiting for it, too.
And then we see its fresh, faint light. It lifts above the ocean’s noisy waves. I watch until I’m sure it’s safely high enough to journey on alone.
SAND DUNES SHELTER LIFE
LIFE HOLDS DOWN THE DRIFTING SAND
TURTLES WATCH THE MOON
Written for dVerse Haibun Monday #29 hosted by Michael Grogan at Morpethroad with the theme “waiting”. Photo by the author.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 