4:30pm Sep 7 2022
Silver Beach & Shell Beach
Shelter Island


the heavens masters have departed their summer palazzo,
drawn the curtains, residual cloud cover of grayed thickened oatmeal,
a parting souvenir-gift, an 18 hour soak, grasses ****** raised glasses,
the few sapiens that still walk, hike, cycle, feel no need to smile/greet

our pheromones don’t operate properly, without a sunshine trigger,
we move doggedly but dragging a massive sadness, we’re marked;
count! an end of summer, a tree ring closed on our physical cell walls,
summer weather switch thrown, a universal human Cain birth mark

all is as before, but just for a moment, a silver color clarity invades,
all encompassing, everything bathed, haloed, a shining, don’t blink!
we are lit, alight, enlightened, changed, no longer tarnished, as if a
celestial silver polish swipes the gloom, the beach sparking white fire

this a sign unmistakable; cycle yet unbroken, flash card reminder for our eyes, brains, transference neurons ignite continuous continual,
our observations are the connecting links, the tissue human that
remains, reminds, each, this heaven & earth story is never ending!

Life’s emotions,
like sailing the currents of oceans,
the waves of time.

Two feet a deck your ship,
Your gut, lifted up over water's crests,
Next moment the solid wet floor
drops from beneath you,
Leaving your stomach in your throat & salty droplets on your face.
Up and down, side to side,
Life turns you about.

Sometimes the wind vacates your sails
And you’re left still, motionless in the
Vast blue desert, as if void of emotion

But as long as you have the North Star at night, to offer your direction, purpose and momentum.
For without that, lost at sea,
You may be lost forever!

Bright fullmoon emerge
The dews fall like diamonds
Small sparkles drop slow
Embracing the momentum
In the most inventive way


©Seema Sen, 2020

The wind slowly lifted its Find into the sky
Swirling it around and around as it gathered momentum
Momentum that helped the Find raise higher
Higher and higher till it was rolling and sky bouncing
Bouncing through the air as if it were trying to see
Trying to see the nature of the wind that held it afloat
Afloat so high and with such gentleness
Gentleness that only nature can fool you into believing
Believing the journey would never end
The Find was wrong
As suddenly as the Find was lifted to great heights it began to fall
And fall it did...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 174