My Rolling Sea

By Rory Doherty

Alone I waited
for the sun to rise
over the Atlantic.

Aching feet numbed
by cold relief
plunged ankle deep
in a life-long friend.

My rolling sea of memory.

Alone I witnessed
glory reveal itself
line by line
shade by shade.

Thinking nothing yet
feeling I am touching
the face of peace
in the silence
between the waves.