The shutter rattled vacantly.

‘Twas that, I guess, that awakened me.

No surety in my slumber.

What was it then that hearkened me?

Surely it was my preference

To continue my repose.

Something was out there, though

That occluded further doze.

What else would I be hearing ?

Recall when first I closed my eyes.

‘ ‘Twas the sea’s softly rumble.

” And now the waves I recognize.

My lids gladly open

To the ceaseless sounding sea.

The randomly raucous roiling

Of the yearning, churning sea.

Sometimes but a whisper,

Thunderous claps occasionally.

Her softly subtle sounds, though

Are wont to awaken me.

Pete Tucker — Dec. 2019


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