The blue eye opening in the sky,
a graying, a washing of seed,
a great ray slips into the shallows
and warm waters form shadows
around him. In the distance
the eye blinks and sunshine fills us.
We light the bonfires and pass out
sticks, marshmallows, graham crackers.
Soon the eye will blink again
and we will leave the surf and sand.
This storm is an easy one, the trees
bend to the wind, and we make
our way home to plywood and shelter.
