Sunday, May 3, 2020

At Belmont Shore

Whole families tumble down
          the hillsides in the darkness
To the black sand, to walk out
          through the placid brine
Where Archangel Michael electric blue
          phytoplankton bioluminescences
To arms that are like wizards
          when they flail.
                                   
                                        The present
Has finally arrived. It was never here before
          and may never appear again.
So they are drawn to the candlelight
          that lies upon the waters
To escape from the known.

Most of them stand on the shore.
          The thought of the unfamiliar
          is close enough.