by Liam

Summer lifts the world

single handed into light.

The sea waiting 

since the dawn of creation, breathes softly against the shoreline of time.

Barefoot,

I step onto firm sand.

With each footprint,

the beach releases

a memory of its silence,

and like a place within me,

my soul remembers

all it once knew.

The waves don’t welcome me as a stranger,

but as one returning

to a home

I had forgotten was my self.

A cool breath

draws the burden

of my thoughts

Until like gulls they screech 

above the wind

rising,

circling,

then vanishing

beyond the edge of the world.

Here

Beneath the trembling waters light,

a shoal of fish

passes through the deep

the sea thinks

in shoals of silver flashes,

each movement

brief,

each one complete.

No moment like another.

Time forgets

The ancient habit

of measuring itself.

It loosens,

becoming light,

becoming water,

becoming a wide and open stillness

Perhaps happiness

is what we grasp,

but is that what changes us?

We imagine

we are only spending

a summer’s day

beside the sea.

And when evening,

with gentle ripples,

gathers the last gold slivers

from the waves,

something remains

wordless,

spacious,

and somehow

a little nearer

to the Infinite.

To the warmth of this eternal summers day.