The Desert of Blue and White

Again, another poem written at the beach.

What lies there
Amidst the wet desert
Of blue and white?
Miles of desolation
Uncontained by man
Can trap an unfamiliar soul.
Vision is lost in the
Horizon. Stormy winds
Can toss and turn you in
Your anchored place.
But here by the coast,
Tranquility rests under
Perched legs. Seagulls
Always lead you home.