Madmen stand in the morning mist
Shimmer like cellophane statues and
Shout hosannas and halleluiahs to the
Sea; wait for truth to
Arise like Venus from the green
The old crawl like crabs along the crooked line
Of shell and bone; moss and memory
Searching as well
But I find peace
In the breath of a wave as it comes
The sigh as it ebbs
Life bubbles and foams onto the shore like
Champagne from a gla**
Dancing merrily on the crystal edge