time leaves with the tide
or hides in shallow pools
in forgotten shells
in driftwood fading on hot stones
waves licking land
rushing in---rolling out
making smooth each jagged space
dulls all sense of hurry
fishing boats
painted red---once bright
now out-brighted by the sun
are washed clean by bliss and blaze
sky over sea under sky
sweeping wide---all consuming
moving blue into blue over blue
as one eternal round
©Stacy Oler