A storm approaches, I walk to the sea.
Is it rain or spindrift that pelts my face?
The clouds have turned around, or is it me?
Either way this day is my saving grace.
The din of last night's loaded street gives way
To an early morning escape from all
That draws a fine line between every day,
Like the difference here between spring and fall.
Standing before a million shades of blue,
I watch the foam ride the waves to the shore.
The ocean holds more than our false and true,
And carries forth all mystery and lore.
Questions arise as sure as answers cease.
Everything rages, and I am at peace.
Monterey by Eric Beidel | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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Eric Beidel's poems have appeared in Verse-Virtual, The Hypertexts, Rue Scribe, and The Road Not Taken. He grew up in the central United States and now lives in Richmond, Virginia.
