You came with the force
of the crushing surf,
casting me down into
the hard, wet shore.
choice but to let the surging waves
keep on breaking over me.
When I get my breath,
I can crawl up to the dry sand.
The dunes in
the distance are
the way home,
but Iíll have to take my time
(no spring in my step)
looking for cover along the
And finally, to look around and watch
the western sandpipers and snowy
for the dayís catch
in the glittering, receding waves.
No, I canít bring myself to embrace you,
but Iím starting to discern
a path as I push my way over the dunes,
with more passion and understanding
for other strugglers,
see the grace of a passing cloud formation
the sheer joy of white pelicans
in synchronized flight over the curling, undulating ocean.
-- Steve DuPre
Steve DuPre lives in Citrus Heights, Calif.