In searching for meaning of all things Grand,
The giving sand
Beneath speckled black sky
Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll
Offers solace.
The import of the living soul
As a newborn foal
Trembling to find purchase at the edge of the mind
So tenuous a find
Surrenders acceptance.
The giggles of young filling hearts with glee
Without fee
Surrounding the mature of being
Ever energetic and free
Renews strength.
The next challenge has come
Between forefinger and thumb
Seemingly insignificant and over-arching
It stands before me and
Fosters doubt.
But I’ve been searching, you see, for meaning of all
things Grand
On the giving sand
Beneath speckled black sky
Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll…..
And I rise
And brush
And move on…having found
Solace.
