The Way of Love 2

We can share forever the charm

of sun’s arise:

its deliberate journey

from midnight-lace to am high

where squinty eyes scan

roiling waves as distant treats;

returning to strings of dulse

reposed in parallel folds.

Children play-tag on Cavendish

beach; cloudless above

as seagulls twitter in release

moms, dads chasing their kids,

quick to kiss under a hot sun.