Duly Noted 

Yesterday, I took a bicycle (not my own),

to the beach (not the usual one),

looking for something (not sure what.)

[LSS, 11/14/20]

Combing the Beach

I find a shingle beach bleeding 

effortlessly into the plain of a plain 

blue sea, slack tide, no wind,  

a cruise ship wandering the inlet.

I find the passengers onboard 

drinking champagne, toasting 

the horizon and the voyage ahead. 

I find visions of the Inside Passage, 

ancient glaciers calving, crooning 

lullabies to their baby blue babies. 

I find the happy passengers 

slowly slipping away. 

I find a piece of driftwood

here on the rising tide, rising, 

floating, and falling,

rising, floating, and falling, 

rising, floating, and falling, 

falling, falling.

[LSS, 11/14/20]