Winoceor

Three words I heard along the beach this night

One from the wind,

One from the ocean,

And One from the shore

Words which the crush of my steps helped repeat:

…Winoceor…

And as I walked the Sound in sound

Led me to hear this word, three in one

Most irrational, my feet and mind churning through the sands

And as I continued walking alone

Along the beach at night,

Carving my way deeper into subconsciousness

This Irrational chant

Over and over

Winoceor, wind-ocean-shore, winoceor

                           Winoceor

Became  mantra

Aum, Aum, Aum, Peace, Peace, Peace

As the waves spilled like icy silver in the moonlight
And I walked on propelled by this endless mantra
Of my feet, the wind, the ocean, and the shore.