The Cleansing Ocean

The wind swept through his hair

He looked out over the water

His dog Horace ran wildly up and down the beach

Lights in the distance a passing ship.

He had reached the escarpment so he sat

Sensing the mood of his companion Horace lay at his feet

He stared for an eternity; the only sound the lapping waves

Then he wept, openly, plainly, like a dam unleashed.

Pure emotion flowed from him then in a torrent

Anger, sadness, despair, joy

Love lost and love gained, friends lost and friends found

Then in that moment, he was cleansed.

Like a heavy rain washing away the filth on the savannah

Like the ocean cleansing the beach

A storm throwing out its anger and frustration

Lightening, thunder, wind and hail.

Horace knew it was time and he licked his friends’ hands

He awoke now from the raging torrent

Once more he sought the void and he was centered again

As he walked along the sandy shore he felt peace once more.