"Traces"

~She and I are sisters, the sea and me...

Our moods

 grow more and more alike,

the sea and me.

I hike along her shoreline

in the early morning hours.

And she's already wide awake and listening,

filling in my footsteps close behind.

I run to her crying,

and she holds me sympathetically,

as to say she's been there once or twice.

I grow fearful,

and come to find her trembling before a storm,

afraid like me.

I grow lonely,

and come to find her pulling at the horizon,

afraid to be alone like me.

Our moods
  grow more and more alike,

the sea and me.

 Could it be that we two are akin,

awaiting ships that won't come in? 

~Randy Jaroch

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte' 

10 October, 2012