Glen Arbor Beach
Into the quiet calm blue sky
Breeze a whisper tap
to what clings to sand and stone
Clear lake gives licks
to the stony beach in soft repeat
Sun gives all his heat for Spring rising
.
There is no hurry in this day
Only the call to ease and breath
In the slow sink of steps along the shore
Eyes called to the stony hope of treasure
And the shimmer lake smells of winter’s retreat
A distant buoy rings it’s caution
.
Too far away for the care of this wander
Seeking stony fortune a pirate’s quest
A dazzle of gold, a ring of emerald
A chalice, a charm, a chest of stolen bounty
when now, a stone will do, an empty shell
a bit of washed to smooth wood.
.
A wanderer, a pirate, a youth remembered
Into the quiet calm blue sky
With no hurry to the day
Far away from the careless
