Standing on a Sandy Cliff

Standing on a sandy cliff my face against the wind lines of white across the blue roaring in the din. Twilight promise of the night the boldest stars begin to light the swells whose nighttime glow beckons moonlight kin. Drawn by whispers of the breeze the ocean calls from deep within Alas, I must now turn away and say good-bye again.

The Leaping Sloop (or Over the Bar and Onward)

Pounding through the waves

jouncing like a cork

twisting in the churning rift

body-bending torque

Sinking dip, springing rise

sideways sudden jerk

back and forth across the moon

the mast swings half berserk

Praying it will stop

this voyage can't end too soon

I'll soon be flat out on my back

staring at that moon