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...