TURNING POINTS

Clouds reflected in the sheen 

Of surf transpose to green,

 

The evening film of ocean

Captured in the gelatin

 

That water stamps on land,

Focused by the camera of sand

 

On glossy tidepools where

Grains of liquid earth and air

 

From the flame of beach acquire

Inklings of a primal fire,

 

Shadows of the solar glow

Printing on the sheet below.

 

Now the picture where we live

Is inverted like a negative,

 

And our sunny slides at first

Are darkened, then reversed,

 

To develop in the setting sea

Their original transparency,

 

Whirling in the wash like terns

As the eddy of the day returns

 

At dusk to copy on a beach

Distant flashes of the world's long reach.