Hatteras

Hatteras

bordered by the churning blue flaring her frothing white

falling grains fly like hellbent snow... stinging devils

leave sandblasted shell structures accumulating tapered tails

yet gracefully in the distance they swirl like powder angels

lying down in between... moistened by foam fingers

gleaming golden singing shining praise from holes in cloud shadows

a chorus with the gulls and my thoughts of Hatteras

where we still feel small...

6-3-99

Sailing the Crests

as a sandpiper darts the breaking waves

and the gulls glide the wild wind

you are somewhere else

captivating is the pelican's run

and the tower's sweeping beam

still your heart is kept

when the moon illuminates the foam

and a ghost crab climbs the shining slope

your longing never waivers

the whitecapped swirls of pounding surf

and the salty breath above the spray

for in that far away gaze

I've see you sail the crests

for Mom...