Neither fire nor storm
can wash the tide away
it is this earthy season
that takes the most of may
i plucked a seed from
whence it came
to plant a new breed
of unknown origin
i know not when i shall return
for every reason that is bare
i only know the beach is free
and the entrance must be so
it reminds me of wooden shells,
of starfishes and swimming trunks
can make an afternoon
an aftershock
of things that happened
and things to come

i walked the silent beach of home
with but one tragedy
i am alone......