Lido Beach
Lido Beach (2004)
On the restless border of two worlds
time is a shadow
in the burrow of a ghost crab,
the fleeting radiance of a
morning glory,
the fierce hunger of a heron.
In the soft sand,
every passage is recorded.
Evidence is preserved, at least
for a while.
The tide rises,
bearing gifts for the gathering gulls.
Water-worn shells tumble in the surf.
Sand returns to sand.
What the waves can’t conquer,
the wind compels,
scattering the golden sea oats,
driving the dunes down, grain by grain.