91/365 Weep

 

I sit calmly 

by the sea

and let the sound

wash over me

while the waves

lap at my feet

and the gulls soar

so high above

The thunder claps

for lightning's flash

as heavy clouds

unburden

I turn my face

up to the sky

and let my tears mix

with fat drops of rain

My winded breathing

matches the pounding

of my feet down

the dusty trail

Corpulent drops of sweat

flow freely

from my pores

as each steps

brings me closer

to the ice cold drink

that is waiting

with beckoning condensation

When I have finished

exuding my self-detriments