Upon These Black Beaches
I stare at the sand upon these black beaches,
I sit on their crippled and bent aside trees,
Think still on the words that their common light preaches,
And sit in the dark as a common wave flees.
The day is not bright, so it seems like the night
When a cloud passes forth in a day without they.
On the heat in the dunes, while a child flies a kite,
In the cold of the sand the sun’s light seems to fade.
A sand covered diamond can shine from the sea.
The shanties of children don’t brighten a thing,
Hear words of regret when a day I was free.
I do not expect for my pocket to ring.
The sun goes away and yet all feels as cold
And from these broke palms the seas do not sway.
The yesterday sun that they say now is old
Will return. Until then, on these beaches I lay.
(2015)
