January 26th Small Stone
Walking the beach
the sand cold and damp under my feet,
the sun shining on the gentle rippling waves,
kids playing on the beach and in the surf,
people sitting, walking, fishing, talking,
a pelican dives down into the water.
I stop and wait to watch him
tilt his head back and swallow the fish.
Everything he needs is there.
People splashing in the cold water,
seagulls squealing in the background.
I turn back around
as the sun starts to sink.
I am one with everything and everyone;
standing, sitting, watching, walking,
kayakers silently waiting in the water,
all facing due west, gazing
as the sun goes lower.
Everyone at reverent attention
on my beach altar,
We stand and watch it sink,
pink with purple haze,
Walking back, I come upon
people standing at the water’s edge
facing the set sun,
a man and woman playing guitar and singing.
They sound so beautiful
it makes me cry for some reason.
Everyone praying in their own way.
I watch as we all leave