Wind Blown Thoughts
Driftwood lies, burned out
And charred
Like a totem with
Large mouth gaping for
Sea blown air.
Frispies flying
To babbling heads.
A sea plane skims
Waves and whirs
Over cliffs
To catch disappearing
Pelicans.
Wind blown thoughts.
Wave crashed dreams
Purify themselves.
Slide gently up the beach
Smooth out sadness.
Reshaping the sands
(Of time)
Into yet another
Castle of hope.
by Janet Brugos Lake Tahoe, CA 1991
Image: Worlds Apart ©2005 Janet Brugos
