the still point
the wide expanse of sky and sea
wakes to morning light
seizes the shimmer of dawn
its cerise and gold
reflects in rills of radiance
out to the ocean’s edge.
my poet’s eye turns to small things
easily missed
in the splendour of the scene
miniature patterns
minute designs
still and still moving
molluscs creep unhurriedly
leaving a sand trail
in their wake
runnels of water and sand
find a balance like playing statues
stop as sculptures of model rivers and forests
generosity
the ocean is forever generous
rolling in
like one with arms wide open
taking gently
all that no longer serves
our higher good .
the baggage of worry fear and guilt
are taken carried
and washed away
the sea banishes all morning megrims
clean as the unblemished sand
that i step onto
to join the seagull
that flies in.
seagull
my morning footsteps
are tiny imprints
arrowed
over ruffs of sand
the lift off
pathless
swinging
the compass needle
moves the horizon
always looked at
to never arrive
a hover of blue air
Haiku
late spring walk
along tidal line
joy of bare feet
summer beach walk
how pleasing
with sandals in my hands
the sun flings
a pool of light
on the ocean
