Gloucester, Mass. August 2012.

I brought you here because I knew
life would reach always beyond
this blue space we inhabit, in air.
Here, all is water. All are fine hairs,
lingering, waving, and rounded shells
busying, spiraling, commuting
among pebbles, gray and gold.
When you will close your eyes
you will stand at its gleaming shores,
a resident, waking in a place
of fine sand, of a true home.