A quieting acceptance

Though wind and waves
have pounded all night
at my beach and windows
I wake at dawn
to find the moon
still beaming there,
throwing smiles across the rough-hewn sea.

Though chaos reigns
in noise and the harsh slap
of water on the logs,
the wild debris of ocean
thrown ashore in churning abandon,
she watches,
so serenely;
a soothing and steady reminder
that there exists
-- beyond the howling tempests,
the turbulent chop of stormy seas --
a quieting acceptance
of all that is.


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