Two whales far out at sea through binoculars,
as ships on safe passage beyond the clashing rocks
off to summer’s warm water haunts.

Mesmerizing pageantries have been at it all morning
down on the beach.
This cape is a smiling beauty, untouched by plans,
untouched by evening, sagacious birds
babble in the sun. Their light laps the breeze,
whose verse is sweet and bright as any other.

A slate-colored jumble from the depths—
oceans of time reinterpreted, now crags and hills,
this land is gentle and harsh in a lot of ways.

Thoughts roam anywhere they wish like dreams.
And of course white clouds float by as it happened.

What if I could make my home here?
I shall not want for more and not be disappointed
no matter what. I would settle for that.

Couple of whales in a sober field of blue,
life in the raw and all the rest,
keeping the past at bay, the future ahead.
It’s there waiting.

Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park