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.