On Easter Morning

On Easter morning

I
Like God


am reborn

where land and sea
frolic together
in sand and foam
on the left coast


Where I AM


Roaming to and fro upon the Earth


and I wonder
if the clouds were grey
and low
to catch the gulls cries
on this morning
long ago

If a single ray of sun
broke through to light HIS way home
like you might see in a movie

or if the spirit drifted
heavenward like smoke

If the Angels song
sounded like these waves
against the stone...

Peace out y'all...