…blowin’ in the wind
On the Beach
On the beach, out of reach
of the vicissitudes of living,
I contemplate the constancy
The countenance of the water
reflects the attitude of the sky.
Sometimes it can’t help smiling;
sometimes it has to cry.
Power in Numbers
The billion billion grains of sand,
Insignificant one by one,
Work together magnanimously
To underly my summer fun.
A walk upon the beach, of course,
Exercises the body and
Increases blood flow to the brain,
But mostly calms the soul in the
Wake of the waves’ refrain.
Driven by winds of change
beyond their own control,
they rise up high and mighty
before they break upon the shore.
Nature’s awesome grinding glory
Renders careless broken dreams
To softly shining surprise.
The wind is a shifty companion,
never to be trusted
This morning’s gently cooling breeze
This afternoon is gusted.
Over all is the sun,
source of facts and rumors,
tans and tumors.
As he grows large and red and low,
people on the beach give thanks
for one more day in Apollo’s golden glow.
Night on the beach extends the reach
Of human beings for both the scope
And the focus of the sky.
The twinkling awe in the panaoply of stars
Fills the mind with one’s part
In the vastness of Nature.
The fire in the sand from driftwood at hand
Releases heat and light from the sun
To facilitate the fun
Of those gathered to celebrate the night.