Balcony
under me.
Live and see,
go listening.
Out of reach
on the beach.
Wondering
if waves are free.
Mountains left craters,
didn’t know where to turn.
Oceans ran to rivers,
only to watch them burn.
Flying feathers fled
before the day went back to bed.
In the sand,
I just feel different.
Distance leaves
before me.
Lost at sea,
then glistening.
Silent feet
on a beach
watching these
seasons swing.
this is your life chuck johnson 