The Day

Started like any other day

Not too sure which way

To face the wind

Teasing my thick skin

Looking out at sea

A tide ebbing gleefully

Having spent the day

Filling this beckoning bay

Walking the shoreline

Looking for a sign

Among broken seashells 

My mind quells

Doodling for answers

Breaking down borders

Animated by ghostly fear

Stretching beyond the pier

An unknown horizon, empty

Needing no quarry or plea

Daydreams sailing away

Just like every other day.

Edwin James

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