Breaker and East Ironbound

Were my lawn to erupt
I doubt if praise would be my first response

but the sea plays fast and loose with concepts
and we can root from a rock as if in the bleachers

so how beautiful I say how beautiful the broken water
in which we would not last for long

while on the horizon East Ironbound beckons
and we respond with longing as if anywhere were safe

as if anywhere could be relied upon, even the firmest island,
when we ourselves are unreliable

when we ourselves whether waking or dreaming
are as in flux as smoke from a fire that never happened.

13 September 2021
Texas Jim
Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia