Ocean Poems

Here are the poems for the April 7th, 8th and 9th. I had little or no internet during those days

Roar  
and rattle 
of the wind 
off the sea, 
combing back  
the blond 
dune grass: 
Spring storm. 

Watching from behind glass 

Longing somehow 
to be at its center 


 
 
A half dozen horses 
tethered  
on the beach, 
standing by the white ranks 
of pounding surf. 
(airstrikes) 

Waiting for riders,  
quietly 

(this is how war begins 
(or doesn’t) 
riderless. 
 


What must  
be 
ten thousand 
sandpipers 
skim over wet sands, 
bank 
and swarm 
over the gray surf 

There are no words 

Equestrian tourists 
trot 
up the beach 
beside this  
miracle