Dropping flower petals into the water
voices merge, lifting in song and prayer,
I wish that I could join them,
instead I whisper my prayer
very quietly, hoping that God
might hear me.
Brief deceptive gleam of sun on water
that catches the eye,
now hollow as dried driftwood, light as foam,
everything conspires against me even the weather;
Tumultuous sky, the squally wind squeals through wires, rattling flags.
The sea is glaucous with strange phosphorescence;
I sit watching rabbit tail grass flicker and bob palely in the wind,
the insects hum and the grass whispers.
Adrift in tides the
sand beneath my feet
spills centuries of debris,
shells, bones, pieces of fossilized matter,
fragments of unimaginable time.
Fire flies often dance here and the crickets sing in
warm grassy hollows
Somehow we co-exist, men exerting surly independence
trying to climb above the wretchedness.
I take a loving look backwards
at this seaside town, and the boatloads of wood
brought in to fuel our fires.
Now the rain pummels in endless drops
forming ever bigger puddles,
flooding dreams gone to seed.
this is my way of life
even when it becomes bland and unsettling.
All the icing on the cake has washed away
why cling to ghosts with their warm persuasive kisses
in the poetry of moonlight?
Now the fire has burned out, leaving me cold
with only the ghosts who slide through end of day.