Time and Tide Copyright 1987, Five-Rayed Sun Vacation isolation, living from tide to tide

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Time and Tide Copyright 1987, Five-Rayed Sun Vacation isolation, living from tide to tide The workday clocks are far behind -- forgotten They can't calculate the world of seasons My cove knows only the cycle of the sun. Sky, sea, air, nearly naked Like Buddha on the beach As naked as an office white body dares In the full blaze of August at noon. I let the pressures go in the constant sea wind Cutting loose all the baggage from another world Sitting cross legged like original man Watching the Canadian geese fly in low Not thinking of how to catch them Reveling in their perfection. Vacation reality; the return of childlike wonder Afraid of what creatures lurk in the seaweed Playing monsters with dead horseshoe crabs Building temporary castles and altars to the tide Praising the rising waters, an unseen moon. Swimming in saltwater firelight As the sun dissolves behind clouds and evergreens I am a dolphin soaking up the elements Diving, turning, chasing crabs along the bottom Physically alive again, no longer an employee with a task. Above the foam, below the gull's cry I am a burned aborigine making sand drawings Between little fires of smoking seaweed in four directions. Making a ritual sweep of the beach For tidal treasures to be used In small altars to Aphrodite and Neptune Those Gods who subtly beckon and call And draw us to places like this For primal communion and renewal.

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