Hello, I'm Henry.  

Welcome aboard my blog's home. 

If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

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Beach Strolling Soles

Beach Strolling Soles

As easterly light rises to refresh-renew,

Souls hand-hold-stroll the sands of time. 

A stiff-brisk northeasterly beats-backs-brows.

Each step imprints a tenuous shore line

As surf-suds-whitewash ephemeral evidence,

Sandpipers dip their beaks near my toes.

Their hurry-scurry avoids waving seeping-surges

Osprey scan-soar the wave-churning below

Somehow know their heightened, timely-search-wait.

Both mesmerize-intrigue as seasoned-seek-speak

As windy-wakening opens this early morn,

Suddenly ahead I eye beached-debris

Dragged-drenched, water-logged, weathered-walker

A half-buried, sun-soaked, face-down sole.

It wet-whispers its mourn; lost on the waves of time.

This tawny-hided, toe-hold lays languid-limp

I reach down as if to resuscitate this soulless half

As if to lend-mend a helping hand or re-right its story

That youth I couldn't save would be a man today.

Other bleach-beaten, beach-becking soles appear

Light enough to float, heavy enough to stay.

Their owners, companions, makers nowhere to be seen.

No first, second mate beach-floating sanding beside.

Solo-voyaged all found their last footing here.

Weathering, windy waves their high-tied histories left behind

Untold soggy tales lost in the wake of days.

Nothing remains long, along the shores of time.

Yet their beach-bummed fate-stills single souls.

A flip-flop, shoe, slipper, sandal, sole 

All once made contact-comfort for earthy walk,

All paired to trek together, yet all alone 

Here matchless rights lay ashore left

Their walk-talk no more their wear-tear comfort.

Without the pair, they are barely there.

Now somewhere they wear their whereabouts.

Somehow sea-sand became their final rest

Odd how water floated either right or left ashore

Odd how they must have been lost at sea. 

When they were once land-matched pair

Remind me of lost, sole-searching souls.

Their wear only as good as their whereabouts.

As I step forward, I still step back.

While ashore today gone tomorrow

When reminders re-assure, 

they whet my wonderment.

Shored-shells their journey bottom-feed

Lost soles' voyaged-floated sanded-requiem

No mournful morn this, many more steps ahead

Before dawn's down-and-drown simple soles.

Separated by Seas

Separated by Seas

Spending Daylight Savings

Spending Daylight Savings