Sea Breeze

there was never a moment
of true tranquil peace
while meandering the trodden path
gathered empty words incessantly
babbling borrowed wisdom
shattered each semblance of quiet

the need to be heard tiresome
when trying to shout over
opinions etched in stone
listening and nodding
to beliefs no longer believed
leaving that taste in the mouth

soap boxes littered the sidewalks
preachers and orators discordant voices
filling up the silence with unremembered words
audience dazed with the deluge
presented with avid spits
a baptism without liturgies

picking up pretty flowers
bouquets of rhyming words
pretentiousness in crepe
passing them off for wisdom
Just draining thoughts written
or be a guest of the sanatorium  

a choice not pointed at
by Destiny's compass...yet
life journey to date
of course...has not been
a vacation or walk in the park
an adventure of highs and lows

sea breeze this morning
made me think of tranquillity
wondering if I would ever find it
and whether life and living...
was worth all this thinking

I thought of yellow sunlights and butterflies
a childhood symbol of peace
curling back in bed
"I will do my living in a moment"
slumber is rest at least.