Ocean Children

Dear cityscape children,

note that I will never be as bright or as blaze as you

I know ocean better than I know concrete

sand better than I know gravel

Does it surprise you?

Does it surprise you that the fog here is natural

an extra cloud, a wet blanket

What surprises you bright lights?

I'm much quieter, you see

Do you see me?

Right.

Yes, right

Between all the stardust in your eyes

I guess your music is just a little louder than mine

But I'm not afraid

of your jagged edges and neon ways

heart beat tunes and metal trees

just right now

I find my fingertips do better with sand

and my ears hear better with waves

                        Bolinas Beach