A lone walker treads,
barely seen,
signing the sand
with transience
as have others
who signed
and vanished;
the sky bends low,
enrobing her with rain,
but lightly,
in deference
to her solitude.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
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August 3, 2021 at 11:56 am
What a wonderful way to describe a lone walk on the beach. That’s lovely.
August 3, 2021 at 12:47 pm
Thanks, Dan. It can be a real privilege, I think, to have time with our thoughts in such a setting.
August 3, 2021 at 6:59 pm
Deep – it sounds like an explanation of life itself. While we’re speaking of life, did you ever imagine ‘coping’ would be so applicable for so long? Stay well, my friend.
August 3, 2021 at 7:12 pm
Yes, I was thinking of how that little figure was so like all of us at one time or another. As for coping, I started to write a post about that but I depressed myself. I did not think it would be this long, no. You were going to get away today, I think; I hope it was good.
August 3, 2021 at 8:00 pm
A friend and I went to Portsmouth and walked the brick sidewalks, checked out all the pocket gardens and then really enjoyed the flowers at Prescott Park. On the way home, we stopped at a fabric store. It was a great couple of hours not thinking about the world.
August 3, 2021 at 8:06 pm
It sounds heavenly!
August 4, 2021 at 2:10 pm
A walk on the beach, a study of what it is to be human. Well said.
August 4, 2021 at 8:47 pm
Thank you! There is indeed something about being human in seeking out such a moment in such a place.
August 4, 2021 at 4:10 pm
We sat beside a similar stretch of sand recently. Mum wanted to “sit and watch the stirrings” at the seaside. The rain treated us with deference too, kindly waiting until we were on the way home.
August 4, 2021 at 8:50 pm
To “sit and watch the stirrings.” What a lovely way to put it. It is the stirrings that compel us, I think, to walk along the water, to walk in the rain, to sometimes be alone in a great space. When rain waits for you to get home, that is REALLY deference!
August 7, 2021 at 6:08 pm
A lovely photo and words; it make me long for the white sandy beach of my childhood.
August 7, 2021 at 6:22 pm
Thank you! I agree about the photo; I think it is poetic in itself. If I had white sandy beaches in my childhood, I’d be longing for them too.