beach grass / notes

The wind set us here in the sun,
Seeding us into these shifting sands.
Particles of you and me
Build this place together.
Weaving together soil and wind and sun,
Embraced by the noise of the threatening sea.

Solidifying the shape of the sands,
Combing this constant breeze for nourishment,
We grow with the dune and the wind.
We take what we can find.
Steadily building waving, weaving the sand and the wind,
Before the mercy of the relentless sea.

This sunny day is ours,
Shared with the sun and the sea.
Tomorrow the wind or the sea may take this sand away.
We add our whisper to the breeze,
Our whine to the wind and the roaring sea.
These moments we have made.

Riding the children of the wind,
The surf and the sand.
Our moment slowly unfolding,
Our conception of time defines
our slow chunk of the eon
the long moments we share.
…..


Sights sounds feels tastes smells.
Inseparable.
Pieces of myself
Contain parts of you,
All those memories.
Some overemphasized, some hidden away.
Lost connections among those pathways of my life, my self,
Waiting for the right moment when
All the connections are alive.
The bad and the good together,
Not one hiding the other,
The meaningless dead ends connected, explained,
Parts of this life connected by the synapses of me
Into a universe of give and take,
Good and bad,
Me and my memories of you.


We cling to the dunes.
Our hopeless task is to tame these children of the wind,
the surf and the sand.
This is our time,
between the sea and the land.
Between forever and eternity.
Longer than your’s,
our moment rides through short eons.
We whisper all the breezy, starry night,
rubbing against ourselves and each other.
We send our seed, the nut of our knowledge,
Into the unknown, into the dunes.
Careless of the mystery of our fate,
listening to the ceaseless noise,
the surf and the wind,
we welcome each foggy sun,
and the sweet, sea-smelling rain.


The Moon descends above the waves,
alone in its reflecting glory.
The sea’s churning pettiness re-reflects thousands of pieces to waiting retinas.
Pure moon, regardless of the waves,
Shining the light of the sun into the night.
Fantasy flashing within the horizons of magic and truth.
Like neurons flashing reflected reality,
Each reflection becoming a thing in itself.
Now and then on the beach of myself,
The wind dies, the water calms,
The moon’s reflection becomes one piece.
A reflection of the sun in this dark place.


Spinning the earth into another winter,
Our time cycles on.
Precious painless days created for memories;
A halcyon warm sun
. Shining some heat to short cold days,
The memories done,
Spinning out into another spring
what’s to come?