Hand-set stone
beneath my feet
as I rest...
my weary bones,
my troubled mind,
my cornered soul.
Close my eyes
and breathe in deeply,
the scents of springtime blossoms
washed in morning dew,
and beneath,
an earthy base of soil
and rotting autumn leaves;
around the edges,
pungent sea air;
the persistent cries of seagulls
and the tattling sea lions
punctuating,
pulsating.
The sounds and smells
compose a sensory tapestry
that wraps me in a healing cloak
of creative Life.
A smile.
A nod.
And for these moments,
all is well.
Monterey Custom House Plaza,
taken 31 December 2010.
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