In Warmth
I’m sitting on a beach,
an hour before sunset,
in the summertime.
The only shadow on the sand is behind me,
along with every thought and action leading up to this point
in my life.
And before me, only two things show themselves.
The sun, setting,
and an endless ocean,
with the sun setting into it.
These two are, for me,
not the sun and the ocean, but life and eternity.
The ending of the day, life.
The ocean,
a soon-black eternity.
Together,
they are all my finite mind can handle,
as I wait, in warmth,
for both.
© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday
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Nice one Bill.
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Thank you, Don.
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