Waves

My feet take me to a place I'd known
a spot, a perch, a haunt forgone.
lulled by the cresting swirls and spray.

Emotions lie quiet and feelings don't rise.
only Echos
of long-dead affections.

Waiting with the lapping blue
for some peace or grace or convenient breakthrough.
Time slips without revelation.

A man, alone
and slightly cold
sifts the past to release its hold.