Life’s a Beach – Driftwood


A Piece of Driftwood

What’s left behind a long and stormy night?
Your life! You’ve weathered all it had to give.
You, old beach relic, tell of such a plight
that, as a fond reminder, through it lived.

I’ll take you home with me; far from this sea.
We’ll rock upon my porch and dream of days
when we were straight and tall; and running free:
no blisters gnarled with ocean spray’s decay.

Your tone is bleached and white, this much I know
and there’s uncanny smoothness to your touch.
The wind and rain has made you victim; slow.
It takes a while when nature teaches much.

I’ll keep you, bit of soul from off that beach.
A heart’s companion; still it likes to teach.