Mirror of introspection

Empty dock, clouds, and rocks.

Sunlight, water, and sky.

An atmosphere ever wet

& the smell of salt everywhere.


A balanced palette of colors;

blue, yellow, red, black, and white.


Winter arrived, never this warm.

Not the warmth in your skin,

an impossibility with gelid mist.


The sky reflected in the sea at peace.


Is just the wind, the ocean, and you;

you alone with your thoughts,

and memories from back home.


Home is where you stand

and where you stood yesterday;

maybe it is something in your heart

available where the sun shines.


Used to be lost,

somehow found

in the unknown.

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