Mackenzie Beach


We took a cabin on the ocean.

Walked the crescent  beach.

Watched the light change all day

around the little treed island.

Watched the clouds float by

morphing into and out of each other;

till the sun lit the horizon with a vermillion glow

and touched the clouds with golden fire.

All night we woke to hear the wind and the waves

with their thunder and hiss.

And in the morning calm

we walked the beach again, transformed.

A sand bar where there had been ocean

and in the shallows sand sculpted ripples

glassed over by the ebbing tide.


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