#Poem Sitting I

Sitting I

Waves smash this jut of rocks,
this jagged triangle.
I’m at the tip, sea level,
breathing the spray.

It was a dawn call,
a short walk to the beach,
a tricky clamber,
a flat stone to rest on.

I’m working thoughts
over and over,
making myself concentrate
then letting go.
Just like the rocks and the spray

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