THE SHORELINE AT
RILE'S POINT
Had the watery dip of the roiling sea not
moistened my face already, I would not have
looked out to see the vague ships passing
in a fog of light with no edges. Some fifteen terns
along the sand ran and screeched, while seawater
foamed and the sea-grass blanched. Bent by the
wind, thrown about, as some oasis of fury, the
broad beach seemed screaming and angry.
I couldn't help notice the lack of a horizon.
Foreground and distance, in a merging of
Nature's way, had married - as if to say:
'We are here as one, together today.'
Had the watery dip of the roiling sea not
moistened my face already, I would not have
looked out to see the vague ships passing
in a fog of light with no edges. Some fifteen terns
along the sand ran and screeched, while seawater
foamed and the sea-grass blanched. Bent by the
wind, thrown about, as some oasis of fury, the
broad beach seemed screaming and angry.
I couldn't help notice the lack of a horizon.
Foreground and distance, in a merging of
Nature's way, had married - as if to say:
'We are here as one, together today.'
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