Thoughts from the beach…
To commemorate a beach walk with my wife.
May 12, 2003
Beauty. Random squalor in effortless
Wave deposits her treasure
In our efforts to build that which
Hand could never grasp we trade
Quintessential. Queer. Quiet for
Quantifiable. Quick. Casual.
Oh, such grand wordless words-
Wonder, World-watched prayers
That which is unseen – now
Dark; darker still where waves
Kiss the sand of my imagination.
Flat boards float on round earth
Plays with my finitude and finer still,
Fills my earthen breath with
Dare she flits on so light a wing,
Fading into vastness, blue
The sky and water, one.
Where one defines what much cannot
In so many syllables contain
The vast smallness of it all.