My anxious heart sat by the sea. Wrestling with loss
I imagined life as a wave.
Only the largest would be sufficient.
I spied a grand one. Whitecapped and stretching wide.
As it rolled along the shore, I saw a young couple ambling westward.
The morning sun to their back.
Their path crossed with a man walking his dog.
Each exchanged a pleasant wave.
A group of seagulls sailed above.
Over the horizon, a cloud bank wisped lightly across a pale blue sky.
The gulls diminished and the canvas was reset with a new wave rising beyond my view,
I was grateful.