EATING IN MY MIND

Come on, old people,
walk with me,
tell me what you know
about the sea.
The moonlight guides me
along the puddled path,
as I gaze into the
oceans' boundless bath.

A rain cleansed boulder,
a coastal midden,
windswept Banksias,
so much is hidden.
I sense an energy,
I'm taken back in time,
to a gathering of people,
eating in my mind.

Slowly I walk on,
A presence follows me,
through my feet on the ground,
through my eyes on the sea.
I hear the sound of crashing
waves rolling to the shore,
an uncontrollable craving
to find out more.

Morganpoet