- Midnight, and the pale moon palely
Lighting up the worm beds on the beach.
We hoked them out, threw them wriggly into buckets.
Damp knees in the damp sand.
Uneasy in the stillness, watching for the yellow hair of fairies,
Hidden in the tide, their voices from another world.
That white beach an other world itself
That sent me home a changeling
Waiting to reclaim myself.
2. Barely rose, pearly in the dawn,
An angry sea throws spray across the wall,
Wrecks the boats tied up beneath the lighthouse on the pier.
Its flashing light lights up the summer picnic island.
Foam spuming flying, keeping all indoors.
Seaweed stranded on the road like giant insects.
And I, an elemental on a swing, lick my salty lips and
And watch the sea for Manaman, its King.