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long legged limbering grace

walking sightlessly along this life's

choice of beach

pondering the lengthened morrow

where only its borders right now

do any of us have to trace

these cold pale fingers

shaking willful reachers

for the contours of a yet seen face

lost yet again

in the far off yonder

staring and staring until she sees

no other place

the ocean

a silent heaven of sorts

this beach

the edge of a bitter reality

I stand at the brink

one between two worlds

an ice less skate

though nearer than I realize

still, I timelessly grasp

for the ice I so crave

so to become air born via this

worry less winter wind

and not just some drifter

drifting through a drift less phase

God has given me you yet again

a living breathing strong loving rock

whose arms remain in my future

one I will never take for granted or replace

the salt air feels so good

as I shoulder the worst of the sea's unforgiving

wind

on my way back to the car

tears fast drying now upon my face

forgotten for the moment

is my most immediate woe

as I breath in deeply

the air of the convinced...........

(Dec. 16, 1999)