ancient duet of our peninsula
rhythmic drumming long shared by waves and shore
my father knew as notes hypnotically
netting him deep inside his wooden isle
and I who looked to be my father's heir
to catch ourselves in ocean song once more
have cast glass door sails between hinge and air
and glimpsed flat water versions of a smile
pushing us now our island wishes us
luck which swims more elusively than fish
drowning in the vanishing sand is sun
drawing us closer to the horizon
sharp broad winds roar while brief gentler breezes
inspire grins and humming and uncuffed flesh