I walk along the rim of earth
My mind continues to ponder
How is it that the rowdiness of the waves can be so calming?
That the constant squawking of a nearby seagull can be soothing?
The waves are constantly being thrown onto the sand but I feel the ocean is motionless.
My eyes are being fooled by the horizon; I see the line where the water and sky touch.
I am not home, but the sky is comforting.
This is not my shore; but this is my ocean.
The familiar Carolina blue is undisturbed with the exception of a few snow white clouds.
Here there is balance and everything is where it is supposed to be -
I take in the view and scenery one last time before turning away
For now, this is my place.