It is the reach and sweep
of the horizon
that seduces the eye
the darker folds of clouds
the insinuation
of rose just above the water
a breeze moist and warm
like the touch of first love

a boat secured
to the outermost mooring
rocks an afternoon away
a little wine
a book
and the plink of
piano notes
from the classical station
that escape
the raucous
confusion of gulls
while a wave geysers
high as the lighthouse.

Gary Beaumier has been a finalist for the Luminaire Award and has had his poem Rio Grande nominated for The Best of the Net. He has been known to build wooden sailboats. He once taught poetry in a woman’s prison.