Washing ashore with
Shells in the roaring surf
Escaping the indignity
Of never being enough,
Having no singular worth.
Waves worrying a body –
Left unknown, alone
So long, all valuations
Are ridiculously overblown
Still finding hope, a home.
Dawn, dusk, day, night
Afford treasures, intense pleasures
Renewed with love derived
From such sources as might
Willingly engage oceans of emotion.
Swells a song, harmony,
Set loose with intensity
Delighting whatever is left
Of freedom, wild-eyed liberty
Claimed beyond rebellion, eternity.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 