Caught up in the windy applause
I feel myself sway
bending
this way and that I feel churned
spun flexed overcome flattened lifted
fanned out one with the sands the grasses the shores (more…)

Caught up in the windy applause
I feel myself sway
bending
this way and that I feel churned
spun flexed overcome flattened lifted
fanned out one with the sands the grasses the shores (more…)
Constant no beginning
Or end to the rhythm
Your everlasting footprints blurred
You briefly catch yourself up (more…)
Clam Beach, CA
“I am flying!” my son squeals as he streaks like a cannonball past me, (more…)