PK POETRY LIST - ANTHOLOGY

 

 

STUART NUNN

   
   

Nauset Beach

 

Wind brings the gulls to a hover

and they drop down out of it. Complacently.

 

Sand stretches north

and south forever. There are colonies

 

of hardy bathers

by the lifeguard’s chair, but we

 

have gone beyond all that,

allowing the waves’ wildness to lure us on.

 

The broken shell

you find, half-smoothed, is unfamiliar

 

to our European eyes.

The seals watch us more astutely than we them.

 

Turning, we find the wind

in our faces, and home is an ocean away.

 

 

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