La Pointe du Raz
With the sentinel rocks surrounding
an enchanted bay of light
and ocean’s edge is pounding,
a boast of
Here and there the sun plays
and dances with the breeze.
The fulmar starts another chase –
returning from the sea.
He calls in silence, listening
to the songs from the marine.
A pool of sunlight glistening
in the distance to be seen.
Closer, though, a boat returns
and cracks the placid mirror.
Beneath the surface,
of the gifts that men deliver.
The rocks below are dancing
as time is quickened through.
The people there are chancing
for a storm pollutes the blue.
Darkening the distance,
as the scouts return from sea –
they offer no resistance
to what Nature says must be.
“…finding home from home.”
La Pointe
April 1993