the blog of Jerry Bolton
[wind in hair, glancing offshore]
stand with one leg
a little twisted to the side
while within I hold thoughts
which for now I hide
scan the shoreline, alone
lock my vision with watery gaze
on this ocean I find
dreams, which set this heart ablaze
liquids and masses;
I mediate between hope and fear
on this shore of reason
praying that courage is near
stand with one leg
in the fluid, one in the sand
preparing adrenaline leap
into waters of uncertain hand