Alone at the Pier

Poetry written from the view:

Sometimes I stand alone at the pier.

It’s a choice to bring myself here.

A place to separate my soul from what is unclear.

Yes, I find myself here.

One step at a time, I listen to my footsteps crossing over the boards.

My hair dances in the wind, and the boats play their chords.

Something about the skyline over the sea captivates my desires.

And takes me to a dazzling place that liberates and inspires.

All at once I’m reminded that I’m both big and small.

And all the troubles that have latched onto me aren’t so mighty after all.

-NJ