Invisible cats ran over the water
Visible dogs ran across the sand
The cats left cat’s paw dimpled water
The dogs left sandy divots on the strand
Elbows to picnic table, binoculars to eye.
A sailor in sailboat long hauling home I spy
Profligate jib and mainsail full and spilling air
That’s a wealthy sailor, one having wind to spare
The day suddenly cooling, moms gather families
Tugging at moorings boats napping in a breeze
And from a spot above them I form lines of poetry
A poem made of boats, a harbor, and the open sea
The beach face empty now, the hill I sit on nearly so
But I can’t leave just yet, with two more lines to go
Oh well, there may be other days to visit Laite Beach
Before my boat rides a pale horse on life’s longest reach
