June Evening at Lloyd Harbor
The West wind is howling;
It blows from the mouth of the setting sun.
Halyards clang in puffs of day’s last expiration,
Toll the coming of night.
Clad in black neoprene,
Propelled through driving waves
By porpoise fins,
You yield to the call of open water.
The shore recedes into dusk.
Don’t look back ―
Swim wild, swim free ―
Follow your animal self,
Race the rising moon,
Grasp evening’s first star,
And in the wind-whipped waters,
Become a creature of the sea.
