Shrouded in the grey
Of sea mist
Of fog
Of cloud
Of sea mist
Of fog
Of cloud
I sit in the dunes
Shrouded there too
By the tall dune grass
I sit in the dunes
Shrouded there too
By the tall dune grass
But perched here
On the hillside
A few hundred feet high
It is just 20 miles
To where the sea
Touches the sky
I know the waves
Will be breaking
Far off the shore
Carrying their foam
Up onto the beach
Where waves crash onto jagged rock
Foaming
Each breaker a crescendo
Of thunderous water
Some things need
Just a hint
Of the plenty
Others deem
Essential
I remind myself
There are always options
Where they begin
Is as much a mystery
As where they end
But their promise of adventure
Calls to me
Aum, it says