Sun rises over pink horizons with a
fading moon in the morning sky.
Pet rainbows appear and deliver
daily messages from cloudy heaven:
COME BACK AGAIN TOMORROW.
First footsteps in cool sand and the
surprise of silhouettes of earlier souls.
Short paddles in paradise into lineups
where conversations are carried over
waves, days, weeks, decades.
Laughter swells and intersecting sections
are made or missed, down meridians of liquid life.
Swells roll in and rails and hatchets are buried.
Lives are lived around the rhythm of the tides.