A Dream of Moon and Salt Water
I dream of the full moon in November
Sunset and moonrise coincide
The surging tide ignores its limits
I seek the extreme point of beach left exposed
A careful look for that place where fish will surely be
I cast my line far out into the surf
Then wait
My old friends find me
First a fat Striped Bass
There are more
Each, save one I will eat, is returned to its element with love
I flop down—breathless on the still warm sand
The moonlight charges me like a crystal
And I return to the phosphorescent night waters
For another test
A test of what
I ask myself
No test at all
Just here to feel the wildness—that remains