tankas written at pebble beach

Tankas Written at Pebble Beach
While Samantha Naps
on Her Towel

Gliding cormorants

& what togetherness must

be: winged time, clear

reflecting sky, rocks & stones

& pebbles & the glinting

just between (it was

born lived beaten tossed & worn

down by the crashing

encroaching roar now to lie

quiet old epiphany

on the palm which took

it, shining, from the mother

who gasps please over

my feet); to the infinite

soon I return. Don’t worry,

Sea, your shelldaughter

is me and not mine. Time &

time & time again

I pray I am ocean and,

one day, a wave over rocks.