west meadow beach walk
it was time to touch again, the shore line- after a long, yet mild winter, an extended rain filled spring the infatuation of a single beach seen through the hazel eyes of one woman--- transforms into a living thing--sand, rocks, one huge aqua parasol sky sand rocks a mostly quiet flattened body of salty waters known since baby crawl surrendered to swim- even before she walked the beach tetrahedron truth--afloat blue green waters-- stirred by a north-eastern wind small craft trajectories of delight the waters' width waiting for swimmer's laps- so early in a pearly dawn, one can't see beyond a mile of sky and sea low hanging grey pink balloon clouds bursting on contact with our grand father sun words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17