Utter beauty
sitting at land’s edge
nothing but sun
and the dazzling blues
of the ocean
stretching before you.

To sit, open to the mystery,
and watch a bird
glide upon a thermal
below you, rising,
now eye to eye,
and then beyond.

The blues – sapphire, topaz, aquamarine –
the white sparkle of the sun’s path toward you
white and blue, the straight line
where they meet curving before you.

In the distance, far below,
white waves crashing on a beach,
black rocks, like dots
encircled with foam.

This is my work,
for this and every day,
to sit in beauty,
utter beauty,
and like the blues of the ocean,
to dazzle.