Cherishing some time on the beach with dear Rosie:
Barking wavefronts
I hear chords
as we sit on beach stones
and absorb
wavefront barks by the shore
The sea knocks
and keeps up its visits
it brings foam,
and hot, smiling faces
the sea stars
are truants from the deep
We receive
wavefronts discrete enough
We receive
wavefronts ceaseless enough
You hear chords
of your own, dear daughter
our souls rest
and we become beach stones
our stillness
whitens as I dream up
our journey
back offshore on God’s tide
in His peace
He attrites us with love