Towards twilight they come again to watch:

the old bunkers pounded by older waves,
waves set aglow by an older sun,
the sun cradled by their eternal God and gently laid to rest;

those old men watching from the dunes,
their eyes tracing the horizon and beyond,
those liberated children!

That Mid-May, Mid-afternoon

That mid-May, mid-afternoon
out towards the point
with a gin-sharing friend
a skin-caressing wind
and skies so blue
it was as if darkness
would never come again.

Walk to the Lighthouse

On that long walk to the lighthouse,
breath by breath, stride by stride,
word, will and wish
gave way to
sand, see and sky,
and the quiet, startling moment.

HAIKU

The old earth-bound bird
Is pulled into the spring wave
White wind-borne feather!

Lightning's finger points
And thunder's laughter roars
At the lighthouse below!


Gulls strewn across sky
Shells nesting in sand
White harmony

Waves billowing
Clouds pounding the sky
Watery brothers

THE POINT

Finger in water's eye
Water's two-fisted comeupance
Beautiful ruckus