An Island Meditation (For the Landlocked Mind)

time leaves with the tide

or hides in shallow pools

in forgotten shells

in driftwood fading on hot stones

waves licking land

rushing in---rolling out

making smooth each jagged space

dulls all sense of hurry

fishing boats

painted red---once bright

now out-brighted by the sun

are washed clean by bliss and blaze

sky over sea under sky

sweeping wide---all consuming

moving blue into blue over blue

as one eternal round

©Stacy Oler