my home on the beach

the ticking of a clock is simply
ocean waves licking shore
eagle cries and heron calls
are the early morning alarms

wind and shade
sun and moon

lonely canoe adrift in the harbour
my tiny camp
unseen by the world
everything good and right as it should be
everyone still dreaming of a dream

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