There is a cove at the end of the beach A half circle of blue licking the shore Where seagulls come to rest and congregate The image of tranquility and repose
And as your boots squeak in the wet grey sand You remember Your footprints on another beach Nearly two decades ago Mourning In the glorious eves of Indian summer While going through separation then divorce
Along the same coast Pacific A gate To consolation, inner peace And step by step, wave after wave, You remember The fierceness of the ocean Swallowed your grief