Awakening

The wind
Strong wind
Wakes the ocean from its sleep

Waves
Brisk, bright and clear
Rolling, roaring, fierce

The morning birds
Our thoughts
Our past and our future,
Wake us from our sleep

Dreams of future and past
Wake us from our present
Our stillness
Our silence

Let us sleep
Let us awaken

Cherish the stillness, the silence

Cherish the noise
The winds
Our thoughts

Let both be our own awakenings

Joseph Fox
April 14, 2014

(Written on a beach walk April 14, 2014, several hours after Detective First Grade Guerra's Funeral less than 2 miles away from the Church.)