At the End of Williamson Road

"The summer wind, came blowin' in from across the sea;
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me..."
~ Frank Sinatra

We'll find you there
Entranced by
Sirens' song
Standing at your
Open window
In gull-blue house
At end of
Williamson Road;

I'll be wearing a tiara
Made of Hydrangea vine
Carrying my
Dog-eared copy of Keats,
A bouquet of wild notions,
And a bottle of wine
Wrapped in
Macramé of ideas.

Amphitrite's dance
Will alert you
To my approach
As I stop to
Admire the Horsemint
Delicately dotting
The landscape
In colorful adjectives;

The salt-laden breezes
Will beckon as
Unlatched screen door
Of your beach house
Will clap out some
Welcoming prose
To your guests.

I'll see others
Approach from atop
A sandy knoll
With Conch shells
Held close to their ears
And know that
Buddha is smiling
At their dharmic display;

As we drift toward
Your wood stairs,
You'll greet us with
Your whitewater smile
And feet as bare
As your soul
While waves of Frank's
"Fly Me to the Moon"
Crash on the shore
Of our anticipation
And a benevolent riptide
Pulls us into
Glad tidings.

© 2008

The Conch is used in Tibetan Buddhism to call together religious assemblies and in Vajrayana Buddhism, the Conch is a symbol that proclaims the truth of the dharma.


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