Chilly day

November 2011, Belgian North sea on the "Albatross" looking out for marine birds.

I'm a hermit at a wild raging sea
a forlorn war zone only I can see
Hidden thoughts on lee
My toes kick the stones and the pebbles
lessening a pain that thrives and never ebbs
As the sound recalls scenes past,
downwards the beach I hurried fast
to find a prevailing wind and try, fly
like the petrels on the move to the sky ...

VAG2011