The Widening Sky

I am so small walking on the beach
at night under the widening sky.


 
The wet sand quickens beneath my feet
and the waves thunder against the shore.


 
I am moving away from the boardwalk

with its colorful streamers of people


 
and the hotels with their blinking lights.

The wind sighs for hundreds of miles.


 
I am disappearing so far into the dark

I have vanished from sight.


 
I am a tiny seashell

that has secretly drifted ashore


 
and carries the sound of the ocean

surging through its body.


 
I am so small now no one can see me.

How can I be filled with such a vast love?

Through the 3rd Eye is supported by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council
and is made possible in part by a grant from the Michigan Humanities Council - Copyright 2008