I peer from the pier
along the plane of water
called ocean
to the land’s edge
where the beach
is before
highly priced houses
stretched across
the southbound shore
shrouded
by a gray sky…..
normally
on such
a sunless morning
I’d feel a teardrop
of sadness on my cheek
not an usual occurrence
for a depressive like me
but not today
even when
the light pole
in front of me
itself ~
beams no light… giving
no hope for
a bright sky
and yet
sun rays ~
suddenly
spread open
the clouds…. reaching
down…. touching
that pole….. making
it a beacon
of encouragement
my spirit is uplifted
’cause
the smile of wonderment
begins to shine
on my face
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~