LOST IN THE WAVES




When all is too much I climb the mountain or stand by the sea and let my worries fly away on the wind. 


LOST IN THE WAVES

Skin tight with salt sting,
tangled hair whipped
by wind’s frenzy,
mind takes wing,
thoughts dissolving,
lost in enveloping spray,
sea whirled skywards,
mist swirling,
like the circling gannets,
black tips shadowing
their glinting prey. 






© 2018 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved. 

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