Waves beat the shore into sand, 
wheels of clouds darken the day, 
not one thing goes as planned.  

But a rock ledge offers a chair, 
I rest my feet close to the salt spray, 
and the cooling breeze lifts my hair.  

Copyright 2025 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Some days the news beats us down and rain threatens. But our minds, our sense of identity, and our thoughts remain our own. We can chose to focus on the clouds, or we can be glad for the wind.

“…. your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.”
— Charles Bukowski in the Laughing Heart