Sky

There is a great sky

over the world today -

wide and blue it is

yawning and stretching in the heat.

Ocean

rimmed by a shoreline

of summer fields and woods,

where oak and pine

jag out

ragged peninsulas,

and the farmhouse chimneys

are piers and breakwaters

parting the blue.

But all is not blue -

from the west

strands of white seaweed

flap in the flow of warming currents;

whilst swifts

are the screaming seamews

of this concave sea.

Lonely I

laid on a green island far above

can write no dirge

but only a celebration.