Written by 
These grains of sand
And tiny shells between my toes
Ground Me —
I’m sentient sand
With a pair of eyes
For a time
And today
Right Now
I’m fine
Dust
Before an infinite ocean
Listening to its breath break
Along the shoreline.
My wave meditation
Can’t be broken
By the call of seagulls
Squealing kids or random beach bodies
Entering and Exiting
The scene.
Like high and low tide
My moment to go will come
At the perfect time in the perfect place
And in that Now
As in all
I am thankful
Douglas Ernst Blog 
Very good, Grasshopper. Nice to see you’re communing with your inner poet.
Thanks, Jim. There’s a lot more of it … but up until now I haven’t really posted anything to my little old blog. I might start sharing more in the near future.
Very nice ~ broh~. Ahhhhh I could almost feel like it was me instead. Needed that moment of escape. So big thank you. Who took the picture. Love the colors captured.
All by myself this morning and I needed shots for the poem, so I set it up to record while I had my fun. Later on I just grabbed stills from the video. A guy can’t go wrong with the sunrise. 🙂
Glad you liked the poem.