Seat

The seat
It had my name on it
I had walked up hilly cliff
The ocean roared below
I sat and my name in paint
Was written there
I sat and mused at gulls below
The wind it came
Nearly blew me off
I sat affixed to chair
What other namesake person
Long ago had painted my name there
I felt at one with sea and sand
And gulls and fish and sun
Had I been drawn to this seat
Or was I just that one

Author's Note

Time travel may exist

Reviews

[Kate Z.]

Beautiful. There's no time in eternity. I sometimes wonder how long it has waited for me to find my "seat".

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thank you k for your review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that bench----the portal...
beautiful and haunting write.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Jacob for your review

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This happened on my walk yesterday