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Cocoa Beach on a whim, we take sushi and chairs, questing the full cold moon’s rise over the ocean. The beach is a violent place with wind that yanks my hair from its spring clip and waves that out-shout the terns and ring-billed gulls. A little boy just to our left flaps and screams in the language of the birds, they scatter and return for more of the communion.  Plovers and sanderlings —wind-up toys racing over the footprint moguls — this is dinner and a show.  Three floating islands leave Port of Canaveral and pass that warm, cold moon that has appeared in a blink of recognition, larger than the setting sun at our backs. I chase the terns into your waiting camera; we drive thirty-seven miles back, emptying sand from our shoes, treasuring the message we found in a bottle.

thirsty air draws breath

Atlantic gives up her damp

clouds disperse wafting


© Haibun & Photos by Jilly  All Rights Reserved

For Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #10 – “Arid”


Posted in Poetry

Adagio for Seacrest Beach

Coffee, we two, 
upon the sand
mind dancing in the sea spray, 
the sky sings a symphony of sunrise, 
the soft night subsides, warm voice surrounds the clouds of vastness, 
stars, a universe of fading fish and the fiddle crabs compose naked 
poetry to please the breeze.  
Life worships and whirls sweet on our still skin, 
quivering like the rip tide that will burst in 
on the wake of dolphins who would remember the honeyed music of time 
if we but ask them to run toward the liquid kisses of dayshine.  
We, the water, watch the beat of the ship’s shadow passing above 
our heads, 
turning to rust in our coffee cups.

© Jilly's 2016

Day 28 of 28 Days of Unreason

“Why does the mind compose this music well before the words occur?”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason