Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Catharsis


Catharsis

Seaside's tide nibbles my toes,
laughingly splashes,
at times crashes ferocious
seemingly battling destiny:
pulling, shifting, forever reaching,
eventually settling, violently or peacefully
as today melts into tomorrow -

and as I brush sand off my hands,
I toss yesterday towards the horizon
and welcome eve's refreshing breeze.

by Margaret Bednar, April 16, 2019