I once wrote these words in commemoration of a magical time with my wife on the Oregon coast. I repost to commemorate the same, 10 years later, for an even more magical time on the Washington coast.
Thoughts from the beach…
To commemorate a beach walk with my wife.
May 12, 2003
1
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
Waiting…waiting.
That which is unseen – now
I see.
2
Wind-soaked beach-stained
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
Deeper wind.
3
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.
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