I could talk to you about sadness,
But looking out at the sea,
The sun only slightly behind me,
All I feel is calm.

Not the fragile peace of tension
Or the silence and stillness before a storm,
But something strong and warm
Like sunbathed grass,
Unbreaking And bearing
under lounging bodies
dozing and relaxed.

When the sky has lost the rosy hues
of dusk and dawn
And just out of reach of a sea mirror capture
lays the midday sun
So are left no reflections to ripple through.

On days like these, where gentle waves
Are the only clues to separation
between sea and sky, at this time,
during these hours,
everything moves

Softly, slowly, smoothly. So
that those thin wisps of sea foam
Become clouds