Evening in a sheen

Of surf candied in a curving green,


Ocean printing on the sand

A jellied camera of land


And water’s graphic glare,

Grains of liquid earth and air


Developing in the flame of beach the lantern

Of your solar hair in its photogenic perm:


All the opposites where we live

Inverted like a negative,


Where the center of the galaxy

Is dark at first, but then on sea


Is sun again; where mirrors in the eddies burn

Like floodlit birds and then return


Like tide to copy on the beach

The distant flashes of the world’s long reach.