A Walk at the Beach in Early November...

Before I lay me down to sleep,
Beneath the too few stars that grace my urban sky,
I walk, walk, walk.

The waves are sharing their peaceful and enduring song
With those that care to listen to its
Lap, lap, lapping.

The endless chatter in my head quietens
And I forget the worries of the day.
I am not the problem, nor the problem solver
And I have forgotten the score.
I simply AM.
That is enough.

Suddenly, it seems, the November chill startles me awake
To the endless possibilities of my life,
Like a child greeting a new day.
I feel grateful.
I am inspired.

And, I walk, walk, walk
Back to my car
And head home.