It’s very quiet on the stony beach.
Near our rental on Dogwood.
Except for the crunching of shells, rocks beneath my feet.
Wind blowing through tall grasses, Queen Anne’s lace.
Around a marsh.
Shrieking of a lone seagull.
I always thought beaches were expanses of sand.
Till I traveled the world.
Saw muddy ones.
Rocky ones.
Broad ones.
Tiny slips.
All abutting water.
Ocean, inlet, bay, lake, river.
Sometimes places surprise you.
They’re not what you expect.
Sometimes people you think you know
present covert aspect.
What you think you know may differ
from what you really see.
Life is full of illusions,
nuance, complexity.
Lynn Benjamin
August 21, 2023
