The sun rises over the Matanzas Inlet,
Washing the facades of the waterfront shops
And stirring the family asleep below deck.
First gift of a good morning.
Fresh Start
Mind Design
The weathered window is shuttered
And the potted plants untended.
Still, that unknown and unseen within
Conjures an awe-full image.
Driven
So strong the force that led him this way,
He’ll wait for her signal day upon day.
So strong the force craving his donation,
He’ll stay to be eaten post consummation.
Parted Waters
Four hours into the outgoing tide,
I walk the wetlands’ uncovered paths
Aiming for the north shore of Matanzas Bay
And the spotted seatrout that frequent there.
Morning at Castillo de San Marcos
The paths by the sea are quiet this early in the day
As the sun rises over the Matanzas Bay Inlet,
Gifting golden rays to the eastern walls and trees.
Castoffs
Hurricane buckled and rotted dock,
Malformed and misshapened over time,
Its driving dream of aquatic adventure
Withered and abandoned in line.
Homage
No one saw the loggerhead
Pull herself ashore last night
Cloaked in predawn darkness.
No one saw her dig the nest,
Nor lay her eggs, nor cover the pit
Nor drag herself back to water’s edge.
Still, we and the gathering others
Linger by her tracks in hushed adoration.
Social Distancing at Georgie’s Diner #1
Arriving early
Before the breakfast rush –
Peace of mind dining.
Perfection Inexplicable
Tucked behind the wholesale seafood shop,
The tall-grassed muddy bank
Of the San Sebastian River,
The derelict shrimp boat dragged onto shore,
And the heron fishing in the early morning light,
Reveal to me intrinsic splendor somehow.
Motus Interpellata
Building cloud cover above
And rumored rip current below
Infect each new resolution
With nebulous-consequence unease
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