Silver Sealight
At the juncture of sea, sky, and sand,
in the silver approach of the golden hour,
in the heartswell, the soulshout: Yes!
in the smell of fish and life and decay,
I stood in a patch of shimmer
where lives a beginning, an end, a beginning,
where all is right and good,
where reason sees the way ahead
through the vast, self-limiting fog.