My Friend the Sea

You look particularly beautiful today
so I’ve stopped walking home
grabbed this pen and paper to write this love to you.

Today you are golden sun and blue haze
lapping.

Other days you are grey
tumultuous
throwing stones
making us work to walk,
reminding us to let go control.

Other days you are gentle
caressing
stroking.

You were there in the darkest depths of my pain.
Physical presence of the everlasting constant love
when I needed you most.

There is no big message in this writing,
just a celebration
a love letter to you.

I walk home with trousers wet from sitting.