Pondering…
a side effect
of the poet’s heart
with soul words
stealing the mind
Collecting sea shells by the shore
you ponder how life would be…
If you just lay
on the cool sand
drifting with the clouds
to the sound
of the ocean
that washed away
every spec of worry found
in your heart
like it washed the cool sandÂ
underneath your feet…
you ponder…collecting sea shells