My friend, Debbie Hart, lives on Martha’s Vineyard. We have started a new collaboration of  her photos and my writing.

A roar
then a hush
the wild Atlantic
stalks
the shore
with the abandon
of a tiger or a bear
charging across
a field
or a whale
breaking a wall of water.
This is what happens
in the Winter, in the cold Spring
before and after
tourists land on Martha’s Vineyard
escapees
from their city cages
their narrow gated lives.
Ahh,
to be home again
we all cry with joy
like seagulls.