Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Wilderness Sea


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