She hath wings

Sitting here gazing at turquoise and blue;
Gentle, rolling waves creep to shore;
Layers of frothy-white meet the sand-
Distant boats trace the horizon.
My vantage point is limited to view of water;
Metal rail a reminder of separation;
Yet I, for a moment, can witness the fun-
Youths kicking water and frolicking like seals.
My busy day not ended, and yet,
This picture of freedom etched in my mind,
Carries me homeward, resolute –
I will step into the water next time.

©️ M.Patterson 6.2.26