On Longport Jetty

Let us go for a jaunt on Longport jetty Our thin peninsula of jagged moss rocks Waves crash against the smooth raw surface Blue against the slippery black Between the cracks is danger upon each step Will you take my hand and lift our spirits Over the Jersey shore Sunday tranquil calm Feelings settle there at the end of time A sleepy sun sets, yawning down seconds There is more love found in the simpler pleasures Salty pungent smells well up in memory Spread joy over the jetty evening dusk As seagulls swoop down for a crust of bread Bent wings skilled at catching Beaks refuse to lose one single morsel to the sea Hold on or the winds will carry you away