Only Me
Written at Cape May, New Jersey
Shell and sand, water and land
gull and light, wave and might,
rolling inward beneath, within,
around and toppled, to once more begin.
A gentile caress upon the sand,
a might tide surrounding land,
love in life, repeated through the years,
on a baron stretch of land.
To return this raging man,
bringing back new life
to nature's ever-waiting wife.
The fresh moist air,
the gentile breeze,
the receding tides
leaves the mind at ease.
In each day can be found here.
With the wind, the sea,
the white caps, and me.
P. J. Campise
