I stand on the
shoreline of the
ocean
small palpable waves
feed on my ankles
as dusk yields
to night
a sound clear
as spring windows
tilts toward me
showering me in the
center of a
nightly orchestra
I wonder
looking around
if anyone nearby
senses the blessing
from the air
or am I the only
fortunate one to hear
the
moonlight song
Roger Singer 