Hatteras

An almost un-rhymed poem, sort-of a sonnet written October 10, 1994

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There is a certain place I often go

to watch the crashing contradicting sea

with swirling foam that draws away my gaze

from overhead where sea gulls laugh and play.

Serenity contrived by natures awe

is what I come to find most every time.

Sometimes I'll sit and cast my anxious gaze

along the line where ocean touches sky.

I've never tried to reason why

I seek solitude among the swirling tides

near the monarch light guarding.