Gulf Shores, 9 Nov 2010

in the morning

we walk the beach in silence,

hand in hand,

bathed in sunlight,

surrounded by a blue, cloudless sky,

waves lapping rhythmically,

hypnotic,

echoing the heartbeat of life;

this must be heaven;

images and words

flow like electric current,

“I should have brought something to write with,” I tell her,

“I’ve written an entire poem in my head

but I’ll never remember it.”

I’ve lost so many that way,

slipping through my fingers

like liquid glass;

gone forever;

we watch a pod of dolphins

fishing just off shore,

slowly breaking the surface,

bobbing and weaving,

the way it has been

for thousands of years,

the talk on the news is about

oil, economic crises and recovery,

but the dolphins don’t seem to care;

and neither do I.

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