a lovely summer day in the middle
of winter and before a deep freeze
hits us this coming weekend
my thoughts are far from here
preoccupied with dreams
unrealized hopes unfulfilled
new thoughts and dreams tip my
world off of its axis but the Lord
has brought me through worse
the sound of a train whistle brings
me back to the here and now as
my thoughts chug forward
when my spiritual discernment
is at an all-time low God’s
unfailing love spills into the void
I was never who
I was supposed to be but
will be who I am
In my mind, that place where fantasy
and I meet, I watched wave after wave
crash on the shore. I saw heartache
after heartache wash away the lines
in the sand. You can’t cross a line if
it isn’t there, can you?
I looked up at the dunes. I saw a big
woman waving to me. “Come on!” she
waved with one hand while the other
kept a large floppy sun hat on her
head. On the beach the sand was hot
in the midday sun and the water was
cold but there was always wind on
the dunes. Her light sundress blew
against her side and back.
I started to walk up the steep path
from the beach to the dunes. I lost
sight of her where the path zigzagged
as I neared the place where she stood.
When I got to the top, it became clear
that the woman was me.
As I laughed and sighed, I looked at
the beach. I saw a little boy playing
alone in the sand. He looked up.
There was something about him that
said he always plays alone. As I
waved, “Come on!” I knew that the
skinny tanned little boy was me.