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