circling

voices, not loud,
but present,
breaking the blessed silence,
the quiet
bestowed
by the sun on the waves;
the void broken only
by calls of gulls,
circling,
always circling,
seeking,
searching,
sometimes even
finding;
I look here
for answers;
for You,
as I circle,
circle,
seeking,
searching.



August 16, 2009, for the Wifey.

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