1
in moonlight
Cape Ann, two months after the Perfect Storm
maybe three
while standing back on a broad outcropping
25 feet above the roiling and ebb
unpredictably, a wave explodes above me
from behind
washes around my feet
I could have been swept away
so step back, gingerly, if you will
2
driving a ridge, no view of shimmering expanses
between country club and great estates
sand plowed like snow
two feet deep, both sides of the state highway
mixed with kelp
3
nothing to trifle with
this fluid motion
in its hypnotic attraction
all recitative
with cymbals and snare drum
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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