turning point

i sit on the stairs

with rusty railings

that lead directly

into the ocean

wet, wild, vast

     misty white

grey, greeny-blue-grey

the sand is mostly covered

by the sea

and the rock patterns

wet by crashing waves

are contrasting colours
of weathered wood

and rusty iron

it's as though i'm in a painting

drawn here by an artist

as i sit
i feel a turning
not in a backwards direction
but inwards
not away
from this place
but you could say
turning back
to myself

_JoyG