Spooner’s Cove

Spooner's Cove

For Dai Schizen



Picnic bench on the sand
front and center.

The tide has calmed, but
the sets still roll in.

Crashing upon the shore,
the water recedes back
into the ocean,
over and over again,
non-stop persistence.

The moon shines a
sliver of light
upon the water,
sparkling even while
darkness surrounds us.

The stars shine
appearing 
one by one
in a dark sky, 
so that
we may still see
beauty in darkness.

Here, 
there, 
no worries.

Simply cyclical necessary acts,
displays of salty aired movement.

Here we howl like coyotes
upon the shore of true and honest
freedom 
where we will remain
forever 
throughout time and space.