How did one so young

become so wise?

In suffering, his truth was found.

That truth became his ground.

JDG

Green, red, and white lights

distantly dot the broad sea,

providing markers

for ocean travelers through

 night’s haunting emptiness.

JDG

Hot coffee,

cold day.

No one’s up

but me.

Pink horizon,

calm sea.

Just the seagulls

and me.

JDG

Nowhere I must go.

Nothing I must do.

I lose myself

in the rising sun,

the gentle rush of waves,

the play of porpoises,

the flight of gulls.

JDG

Vacationing with introverts,

each relishing time alone –

restorative 

intermittent hibernation.

JDG

Gently rolling waves

caress the shore. 

Seagulls make their way

through softly falling rain.

It’s cold outside,

but I feel warm.

JDG

King of the pond,

the great blue heron

stands on the dock,

surveys his domain,

spots Knox, 

flies away.

JDG

It makes for slow going,

this inner and outer fog

when I awoke,

but sometimes slow

is the best way to go.

JDG