Thoughtfully, I placed shells turned up
on the beach around me in a spiral
that there may be an indirect path to
my center, where I shine.
My light is inclusive, and it has bathed
many, if not for a passing moment.
There is one who stands with me
so much more than a moon.
My beach stands where two suns shine.
Some will wonder at the brightness,
others hiding from the burn of two
who meld close as one. Arguably,
the moon will shine brighter for it.
Everything; shells, sand, sea foam
will look different, but really are
now simply seen in a different light.
I laid down those shells for a different way…
My beach stands where two suns shine
Chris Whitenack © 2014