Friday, January 1, 2021

2021 in the Sand

The mist has turned electric blue,
The ocean newly pewter,
No shoes upon the dunes
Just blue shells, late afternoon.

Boards slide and couples splash
As the new year comes in like the tide,
Still rhythmic as the ticking clock.
Gulls are motionless in air.

This war won't disturb the curlew
As they chase back the lowest, bluest ebb.
The boys can't see the spiral spray 
Of clouds, something veiled in the sky.

The joggers move their shadows across the shore,
Ignoring the still armada in the distance
That blockades container ships from Long Beach,
Almost invisible, guns glistening in the sun.

It's like they only need to appear once, 
Like Hailey's Comet, to show how real
The dynamic of time and stars can be,
The impossible worlds below our nose.

The green tips of waves bring another kind 
Of life to shore, clearer, warmer, of the earth
That lets the dramas go,
To be present in expression, always.