this day there was a choir
singing
as we approached the beach
for real
in a circle
entoning celestial voices against
moist slurps percussively
arriving
there was a rock
to shelter against
in the brilliant light
of cadenced winter
there was your face
reflecting the wind
the crows paid no attention
as they chortled their way across tideline buffets
manicured dogs careen along this margin
we disregard the others
absorbed
in a dialogue that dances into
yesterday
until we enter the present
capturing moments
with precision and obliqueness
entering into a realm where colours shift
with each tilt of the head
where land slips beneath the waves
and rocks turn into sand
beneath our feet
as dusk purples distant mountains
gulls cry
I look at you
thinking
that sometimes sunsets have supporting roles
David Trudel © 2014
