Grey

In the mystic grey on grey,

the tiny waves, nearly mute,

lip the shore.

At one certain angle,

they glint transparent,

showing all the stones

beneath the water

We speak with clarity

found in the closeness

that cuts through fog

and shows our insides,

as limpid as the waves

revealing stones

We walk into the future,

not predicting anything,

step on step through grey sand

along the grey shore

while grey and white stones

settle softly

under the quiet waves.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 19, 2013