grace

winter on the island

is required reading

the emptiness of place

at times an unease

yet it feels so incredibly intimate

the wildlife comes out from hiding

the tourists gone

the marsh turns golden

against a blue sky

the palette divine

the sand is perfectly untouched

and most days walks are solitary

ever-changing days

of miracles

empty is where

our awareness

starts in our feet

digging toes in wet sand

as the sea rolls in

and ends in our head

closing our eyes to the intoxicating breeze

of salt and sea

to feel for the first time

awe

reverence

in real time

bigger than me

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