Sojourn at the Cape

There is no sorrow here,
where the sea shines and laps the shore
with tongues of frothy waves.
No -
There is no sorrow in the white, swift flight of
feathered wings
reaching upward toward their own cool bliss.
No -
There is no sorrow here in the radiant
golden light of healing joy.
But there is all you could need
in each new rosy dawn.
It is all here for us.
The sea, the sky... a gift.