While watching the water one day I made a poem
{Sure}
Sitting by the shore, waves whisper and sway,
I ponder if I’m certain, or simply led astray.
Questions rise and drift in a quiet, gentle tide
Life and direction, the things I can’t decide.
Tired of hollow ties, the faces that don’t last,
Yet in love with your image, untouched by the past,
Each flaw a ripple, a truth I adore,
A perfect imperfection I could never ignore. -2022
I guess you can say the water moved me that day.