A relative calm
Only waves lucky enough to have a trajectory
just so
can make it all the way in
They shimmer with the fading dusk
as meek as gliding honu
barely able to push themselves
much less a board
Our table perch above the beach
gives venue to all
Green and red lights beckon
as the last lone vessel returns
Tomorrow will bring us here
Making new shadows in the sand
and love along the way
always
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
