At The Sea's Edge

By John I. Blair

All my years I’ve played
Along an inner shore.

A few pebbles, some scattered shells,
A distant headland.

I’ve thrown a stone into the deep
And watched the ripples spread.

Beachcombing in this lonely place,
I survey the dim horizon, full of fears,

and suspect that something’s wrong,
But I’m glad I’ve stayed.

©2004 John I. Blair