Hidden Hands

HIDDEN HANDS I'm here on our shore All above Sands we used to measure Timeís hour-glass. You ran to the cape Asterix from comic pages The fisherman stopped you Crabs chased, you ran in bewilderment Mother sea, all tenderness gazed. On a country boat on shore Our rice bowl full Sea-gulls creaked an omen ill I stood over you though shaking A shade, shelter, arms out stretched Jesus on cliff in Rio Drooping sun, tearful eyes Faces of June, roaring waves. My offering at twilight My son, where did you vanish Decorated our yard Our life sketch Sea lowers the mourning pitch Light house like glow worm Boats swing Rhyming song, catching thief Hidden hands emerged Stealthy pirate Eyes swoon My life-terrible moment Was it the Hidden Hand of God? Misspelt horoscope, Envious stars. A lone sea gull dipping down into the sea Death knell from chapel Me alone on the shore. Even shadows become invisible.