Poem

Just wanted to share a poem I wrote this summer while hanging around on the beach.

Men Without Causes

Men without causes are combing the beach

Endless grains of sand blow in the wind

Old broken traps sit like skeletons on the shore

Gull shadows waft past a menagerie of

Burnt driftwood bones

Sharp white shells

Drooping marram grass

The crazier men sit blindly

Way up in the dunes

Not even looking for shade

With sand-matted hair they bare their bottom teeth

Scowling at the giant clock beating down

Thumping away meaning like waves shaping the shore

Drying up scattered dead matter

Rendering mosses brittle

All the while men wandering further along the coast

As if it makes any difference

Men without causes no longer court the ocean

None dare dip their feet

Still it coos them closer

Sputters its spray on their knotted foreheads as they trudge silently onward

Eyes cast down

Wishing for relics to wash up at their feet