Enough light to see the path; enough courage to take the step; enough sense to enjoy the walk; enough company to share the time.

Sunday, July 15, 2012


Somewhere between the sand and the ocean,
where the water, unnoticing, caresses our feet,
our minds absently continue to think,
the thoughts gliding away on the receding waves.

And somewhere between the land and the clouds,
where the line of the horizon retreats to the twilight, following the sun,
our gaze chases, and our memory,
sailing forward toward midday and morning.

Our faces and our arms in unconscious repose
are warmed by the sinking sun.


  1. Lovely poetry, Kathryn, & great to see you back! :)

  2. Thank you so much for reading it, Louise; I'm glad you enjoyed it! It is good to be back—encouragement from the Posse makes all the difference!

  3. What a beautiful picture and poem! I just love the ocena.

    1. If only I could spell it - ocean. :)

    2. Hey Lisa—so nice of you to say so! A Santa Barbara wedding feels like a vacation, for sure (that's where the picture came from…)


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