I Wander These Winter Beaches

i wander these winter beaches where autumn's storms have removed the footfalls of summer believing in spring here i am alone listening to the waves mellifluously remind yet never recalling floating the river Lethe alone where the frigates soar above pelicans traversing the waves the terns work the receding water i am the intruder waves erasing my past placing before me rearranging sands paths never worn only the belief in spring with each step forward i wonder if the gulls see my past being removed, the future dependent upon some wave fortune or contretemps i wonder if the gulls feel this surreal gull glides, turns, drift upon grateful wings grateful to those who long ago gave freedom to thought from hunger the plight of thought the flight of thought freeing this surreal gull to wander in wonder i wander here keeping the dream alive faith it will evolve into more some empyreal dictate some Newtonian machine there is a numen to winter beaches here i can laugh with humanity, smile the hubris belief this can be destroyed changed yes, but so may volcanoes, asteroids none of which has a brain here i can believe that dreams will be given to reason, logic and end to war and peace on earth that there is nothing fatal even science cannot deny these rearranging sands and time will produce another poet wandering, wondering i wander these winter beaches where autumn's storms have removed the footfalls of summer knowing sunrise, sunset, and spring returns i am alone, yet far from alone i am home where dreams glide, turn, drift soaring in the thermals of thought the flight of belief terminus ad quem terminus a quo Playa Del Rey 91 The Patient Stones