Beach

Come now to where 

swimmers, surfers,

moon worshippers cavort.

Long salty hair held 

between their teeth.

Flourishing

wild flowered gowns

…streams of silk

waves of taffeta

splashy lace.

They sail through

my watery face

combing my eyes

whispering in my ears.

Alone, under a pointillist sky.

Gulls flying around me.

Black waters tinted by

stars of vague prophecy.

SeaScape 

Hearing waves from a distance and

feeling sea breezes brush our faces,

it seemed a century before we

came to the ocean.

So blue and bright to our eyes

its rhythm broke chains of

unremarkable days.

Over cool sand we ran and you picked

three perfect shells which fit

inside each other. Swimming away in

that moving expanse below kiss

of fine spray and splashes.

With clouds cumulus we drifted while

gulls circled the island. Together we

discovered beds of morning glories

climbing soft dunes.

Forgotten Landscape

I am driving down a hill

without name on an

unnumbered highway.

This road transforms into

a snake winding around

coiled on hair pin turns.

See how it hisses though this

long night. Why am I alone?

At bottom of the incline

lies a dark village strangely

hushed with secrets.

How black it is. How difficult

to find what I must discover.

My fingers are tingling cool, smoke

combs the air, static fills night.

Continuing to cross gas lit streets

encountering dim intersections.

Another maze. One line

leads to another. Dead ends

become beginnings.

Listening to lisp of the road.

My slur of thoughts sink as

snake rasps grow louder.

See how the road slithers.

What can be explored? Where

can it be? All is in question.