Stones scattered on the beach
and the tide coming in. Are you
sure you want to live like this?
The sun gapes from white sheets
of cloud. Are you sure this world
is yours? What will you do when I
come to you? Children teasing waves.
On an afternoon like this I will die.
But you raise me in your arms
and say, Now . . . now you are mine!
And your kiss turns me into the god
I always thought I was. The tide rising.
Stones below a seagull and old couples
walking apart on the wide beach,
walking toward the carefree children
who remember nothing
and whom waves will soon subdue.
After dusk a forlorn beach with stones getting wetter.