I lay down my troubles
on the beach
each step
in sand
leaving little bits
of worry stress
along the way
the wind, the fog
the waves
wash them all away
my troubles
build
and thrive
in darkness
late at night
I toss and turn
watching troubles
build
their castles
their monuments to worry
edifices of fear
swirling
around my brain
they begin to spiral
taking on
proportions
beyond their actual size
warning signs flash
but I think
of the sun
about to come
above the horizon
through the fog
and the beach
where I run
the pelicans
swoop
and soar
dive, splash
rising in triumph
I will lay my troubles
there
at the edge
of the continent
at the shoreline
as my feet mark the sand
my mind can rest
can set aside
the troubles
that have come
in the night
surrounded by dark
because
the light
the waves
the morning air
will wash them all away
I will leave
my troubles
on the beach.