Seaside walkabout

Come to the seashore and walk with me.

Hide from the world awhile among the beach roses.

Stand atop these standing stones and watch the surf slide in.

Sit in sand by the water's edge and listen.

Explore the ocean floor laid bare.

Walk into the waves and wade.

Feel the caress of God's great blue Heaven above.

Dreamscape

Keep out! Police officers banned entrance to the beach.

Last night I dreamed of the sea.

Landlocked and housebound, I heard the crash of waves, the shriek of gulls, the whirring sound of unrelenting wind pelting sand at my back, the crunch of shell and stone underfoot.

I sat on a boulder and for the first time in months felt safe.

No swimmers on this fine spring day.

Fuchsia rhododendrons beckon passersby but none in sight.

A single sailboat seems to sit patiently on the tranquil Sakonnet River.

Feeling blue. Blue skies and blue seas.

Clamoring for attention, purple clusters of blooms climb over the stone wall.