Fish Fry

I explored the ocean In an unlikely boat Red-checkered, tissue-lined A cardboard vessel of the sea Where fish was battered Dipped once, fried twice In oil that splattered On the fish fry presented to me Perfectly golden Fish and sun On that day Were my gifts from the sea

Behold

Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold

Of Sand And Sea

The repeating cycle Of sand and sea Under golden sun Calls to me, “You must return To our sandy beaches Where nature’s law Calmly teaches Strength, tenacity And perseverance To all those willing To see and hear it. In the waves In the wind In the whispering sand Are secrets to learn And understand.”

Trade Winds

Legend says trade winds Have secrets to share Winds trade secrets Of nautical affairs Why the tides are high When the moon is full Mysteries from the deep One day we’ll pull They tell their secrets And spread what they hear Continually gossiping All times of year The winds trade secrets When trade winds appear