Water Ballet

for Barbara

 

 

Surf thunders loud outside my window,

And geysers spurt where waves collide,

Violent beauty shaking the earth below.

My heart feels awe, my thoughts subside.

 

The spray blows backwards from wave’s crest

In arching plumes, white silken veils.

A water ballet, a dance that’s blessed

By unexpected grace amid life’s gales.

 

This poem’s for you, my dear, who dances

Like the spray, with grace so pure

And elegant, with beauty.  Your life enhances

Life; ethereal determination to endure

 

 

All necessary things for what is good,

I love your dance, brave heart, as on you go

For what you love.  Seeing your valor would

Inspire heroes’ souls, that much I know.

 

 

March 10, 1999