Photo: CTTO
As seen from afar alone with the tide
working the beach time now on-side.
Walking the drift-lines scanning the shore
harvesting treasures passed-by before.
A shell or crustacean a well weathered rock
discarded artefacts add to lifes stock.
The highest of prizes driftwood so fine
carefully crafted by nature and time.
What drives the passion the finds or the chase
or time to invest in a mythical place.
For treasures appear as born from the beach
shrouded in mystery origins past reach.
The wind waves and waters the sands and the finds
all energy sources in series aligned.
To draw on these forces is time-out to breathe
time to recharge
time to believe.
KHansen
Source: Poetry Australia
