a boy sits on a broken lobster trap
to stop the shiver in his knees
and accounts for strange, winter companions:
a flock of seagulls,
cracking mussel shells on the jetty
a sentimental couple,
walking barefoot in the shallow surf
a dog and its walker,
tossing a tennis ball for an eager fetch
rescued from kelp beds
wood from broken ships
smoothed, minimizing clues
to piece together adrift memories
he surveys this salt kingdom
that spat out the detritus.
the surf, a siren’s call;
powerful crests and hypnotic cadence
reveals deep harmony.
He watches whitecaps
rise to kiss the moon
then melt away.
This blameless breeze that surrounds
its guests with a pleasant chill,
Weaves dune grasses and lost relics into fences.
In his heart, a voice
– music –
a melody for strange companions
a silent resounding testament to beauty.