chaotic steps down the dunes,
just off the king pier,
where the ocean quits to the land
in tongue lap baths from Zeus' dad.with a belly full of biscuits and gravy,
we hit the beach on a beautiful overcast day,
and didn't even realize it had started raining
until the pages of our books were damp,
but it was all too pleasant to abandon.
how foolish it is to forget or neglect
how rare all this is,
many miracles converged in a moment,
as a lone seagull swings against the storm
and the sky in solitary awareness
that had only to wait for wind to carry it.
kiss my prophecy-ignoring echo,
I am a time bandit, defying the gods, stealing days,
for all things end and that is the thing
that keeps me continuing.