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