Dolphin And Waterman
Sitting on my east deck in the drizzling rain,
listening over the dunes to the ocean roar.
Surf line running hard like a westbound train,
pounding its changing landscape for evermore.
Nearer to the railing drops bounce from my hand,
watching consistent sets gracefully peel into shape.
Rising up at a center to peak and crash to the land,
forming cylinders left and right to my visual gape.
Climbing to the rail, water disbursing at my feet
seeing a school of dolphins just inside the swell.
Racing swiftly parallel, in their emerald retreat
bounding and ...