All Of Us

Memories of a day at the beach.

All of us waded out up to our waists;
All of us, far from our troubles and hastes –
All of us stood with the sun shining down
In emerald-green water, few others around

All of us laughed as the waves undulated;
Nothing expected or anticipated –
None of us knowing, as we breathed that air;
This was the last time we all would be there –

All of us, now, are much fewer than then;
All of us boys are now some of us men –
None of us know, as our lives wander on,
When we’ll next look
And find someone
Is gone

in eight plus lines

o let that one day not go past
that she should once more sorrowed be;
o please, if i could take that weight,
provide to her self-clemency —

i would. the heart that knows no law
believes: it reaches out in pain
to touch in healing whom it loves,
and tries to soothe in all times and

in vain

2 Friends in Conversation

Just a glimpse:
A later session
Sketching out
A brief impression

  That my eyes
  Just hap’d to see –
  But that somehow
  Changes me

Elegant, both
Long and lovely,
Conversation
Light and bubbly

  That I chanced
  To overhear –
  Yet I still
  Can hear them clear

Beautiful
In isolation,
Girlfriends rapt
In conversation

  Artistry
  In scenes of leisure;
  Sketching images
  For pleasure

Empty Beach

The beach was empty, early,
It was just before the spring;
The calm before
The tourist season storm

My walk was three point seven
Miles. Yes, I knew it well,
For early morning walks
Were then the norm

I wasn’t wearing headphones
For I liked the ambience;
The Gulf of Mexico
Makes quite a sound

And one can act the fool
In joy and wonderment when one
Thinks no one else is
Anywhere around

Of course, that day, the empty beach
Was not quite empty, for
You were there in a chair
Beside the sea

And I did not see you until
A minute passed or more
Of you observing strange,
Erratic me

I saw you with embarrassment,
You didn’t seem to mind.
All ninety-seven pounds of you
In state

I said, “Hello. I’m Owen,”
And you answered with a laugh.
And now, three decades later,
Strange is fate:

For I’m back on the empty beach,
The spot where we first met.
You’re far from here,
As far as one could be —

But we’re still friends, of thirty years.
We’re both grandparents now,
Yet somehow
Still a boy and girl
To me

friendship always will

people will hold on to friends.
at least, they sometimes do —
although they may seem different
or large, right next to you —

still, nothing matters but what does,
and friendship always will:
those ones who put you on their back
when you can’t make
the hill

Perfectly Immense

It was a perfect winter day,
When you and I went out to play;
For you were eight, and I was ten,
And everything made sense.

But ten years later, there we stood,
Upon the edge of something good,
A something somewhere out of reach,
A past and present tense —

It is a perfect autumn day,
With little more that I can say:
I heard you’d gone away, and thought
This world is too
Immense