While listening to the waves (at Island Beach)
1 (looking down)
All that exists now is a strip of sand which the sea occasionally touches, then releases with a transient shimmer (wet sand, dry sand; wet sand--dry sand).
The middle way; neither of the land nor of the sea; balanced and invisible.
2 (looking up)
Two orange kites suspended in the blank blue sky; motionless.
3 (looking back)
A line of wooden posts, each with a gull stationed on top.
Behind that, the snow fence.
Behind that, the dunes--the curving line of sand meeting sky--crossed with strokes of grass.
Behind that, the chimney from the fisherman¹s house.
Behind that, a line of birds flying away.
Copyright 1998 by James Pritchett. All rights reserved.