Persistence

Nicole’s winds drove the sea onto the land

Then over and under A1a,

Collapsing the road,

Flooding the inns and houses,

And destroying beach entrances.

Yet, Pelicans still glide over waves,

And dog walkers still converse at water’s edge.

The House at the End of Vilano Bridge

Look there to your right.

Do you see that small white house

Nestled in the trees at water’s edge?

I look for it each time I cross the bridge

As I head toward town.

And each time I feel that it’s calling to me,

Though I can’t put in words exactly why.

And each time I feel my heart reply,

Though I can’t put in words exactly why.