Wilderness Sea
I stand on the shore
of the great open blue
from the top to the core
of the deep ocean cool.
Do the gulls really see
that I stand all alone?
Or, because they fly free,
they don’t hear my low moan.
From the tips of the mountains
to deep ocean's abyss
my voice sprays just like fountains
but, will never be mist.
Billy Radd
Inlet Beach, Florida
