Ottawa Beach

Written by: James Rasmusson

Seagulls soar
on a whispering west wind.
Waves flow
onto shoreline of white warm sand
and sandcastles grace the beach.

The sun looks down on its worshipers
from a billowing sky of blue and white.
A butterfly lands
on a wooden chair
and children laugh.

Noisy jet skis
powered by gas and testosterone
cleave the pristine sea,
while sailboats lazily drift
like swans on a rural pond.

On a midsummer day,
we drink in the nectar
of a Lake Michigan beach.