Sonnet 024

To walk where earth and sky and sea collide
while roaring surf breaks forth in chorus bright
and bold, belonging to the dark of night
as much as light of day (no need to hide)

is to, for one short breath, encounter One
whose salty breath and roaring laughter shout
to all whose hearts long for the shade of doubt
to fall forever to eternal sun

And then to see sweet morning drops of dew
on swaying grass as light turns past to morn—
Awake my soul! And with the truth adorn
thyself, for it is time for Lover’s woo

A prayer. A word. Toes sunk in swirling sand,
Head lifted high, I take my Lover’s hand

To a friend who knows of seas and sky… at Christmas
© 2003 Ruth D. Hubbard