Din

Sandpiper hastens its

            search.

    One last

                morsel.

  Sun descending

             on maritime horizons.

Extending eternity

                     beyond black as ink

                 oceans.

             Bustling din from

city streets

                  often bullied

                                  my secluded shorelines.

                        But I have lost

    the wind.

                            And it all fades.

                To silence.

                                       Except for seagulls

           gathered

                             at jetty's end.

     Trying to solve

                                 their yin-yang

              quandary.

     Boisterous group of

                                      humans

                 on the pier.

                               Doing same.

                                    The irony is not unnoticed

         I barefoot my own

                                    path.

                Above the sand. 
                                       © Rob Taylor, 2019


“A human being cannot readily declare that she or he loves unconditionally. An individual does not “do” unconditional love.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 61). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.

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