The sandy atoll,
a thousand leagues
from a weak, tenuous somewhere
barren, where even scrub-grass
dares not open a new franchise
and all a man, shipwrecked,
has for company
is his own mortality
Tag: beach
The coast is now sea
The coast is now sea
honeymooner footprints gone
the special sand lays
among coral, brilliant white
where fish swim in the moonlight
From the the sand to the Pacific
November 14, 2014.
Here I am in southern California.
Here I am.
Our unlikely friendship
Each farewell different
the aching darkness stretches
and cowers as Gaia hurtles through
crushing void
seasons turn, reign, die, go back
into the queue
What is a sunburn, but
affirmation that we are alive
due to our unlikely friendship
with an enormous, raging
orb
its inner chaos giving rise
to spring daffodils and year-round
humanity
Swaying, groaning, rising, dying – still.
Each wave slides gracefully
along the sand grown soft from
time and the kneading surf
a hundred billion grains lie
side by side as brothers, even
those hewn from strange rocks.
Sol looms large, and its foil Luna is
only a few hours away, off the edge of the Earth –
changes far too subtle to see, dwarfed
by the wild palms
swaying, groaning, rising, dying
still.
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