Camping, Sand Lake
No lake
This child of Ocean
Breathes deeply every tide
Here is my peace
In shades of brown and blue
The year half-spent
My footprints trace the beach
Water-fingers whisper
And creep across the sand
It will fill tonight
Make a mirror for the moon
And slip into the sea by dawn
The fire burns low
I leave my tent flap open
I cannot bear to miss a breath