The poet by the water stands

Standing by the sea to hear yourself think, nice thoughts.

Thoughts that bring you down to earth.

Help you see the bigger picture and the speck of dust that is you.

Your thoughts, worries and nightmares.

Nice thoughts in a merry-go-round,

Off to-ing and fro-ing.

There and back forever.

And I stand,

Listening, feeling, rejoicing at my leaping heart.

My heart joins in and jumps for joy.

The joy to just be there

And witnessing the ancient rhythm

That has bathed us through time.

But always there when we need soothing,

If only they could tell us about past times

But could we hear them,

Would we listen.

Tell us about tomorrow we will not know.

Time just flies over us.

Gently as a life giving breath

restauring our humanity,

Helping us to be for a time what we are meant to be.

Resting by the sea for an hour

Or more is never a waste of time,

Makes it easier to walk on

And go along that long rocky beach that is life.

Sometimes our feet touch sand

And it is as a stroke of light, a glimpse of eternity.

When the rough for a time settles

And makes us better people.