build me a bridge
so I may return
after I venture where the gentle waves curl
and when I am bones
beneath the sea
may my prow crest like mountains on shores
(Late afternoon 19 January 2014, low tide at Mickler’s Beach, Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida. From a distance the shards of a wrecked boat hull in a tide pool {home to several clumps of starfish} looked like a miniature mountain range floating on the water…)
We’ve had some strong weather coming in the past few days, so last night I paid a visit to the beach at dusk. The full-ish moon is hiding – do you see it?
The orange barricade netting on the right is to protect a sea turtle nest… This photo was taken about an hour into high tide, so I’d say the chances that the nest is still there this morning are, well… Maybe those little guys are ready to hatch.
The post on the far right is for a beach volleyball net.
This is a “place” that I’ve had recurring dreams about, and sometimes I believe I glimpse it when I’m gazing towards the clouds over the ocean horizon…
It’s made of domes of translucent shell and grains of crystalline sand…
…treads and threads of water…
No surfers this morning… This was around July 23.
It was quite still…
I may have to find a board just so I can swim out and dangle my legs…
low tide reveals clarity and resonance
…amplifying the light…
…it’s very still this morning.
the flies are biting…
just as with our human minds…
the dog arrived later…
leslee hare 