Sunset at St. Petes

Poetry is a long time friend of mine.  From high school days reciting Ginsberg in the local coffee houses and throughout different points in my life where I needed to express great joy, or dissipate anxiety.  And, sometimes, just for the sheer joy of it like hitting a buck 45 on the Harley down the interstate (that's Canadian speak for 90 mph/145 kph).

Wrote this today while editing more photos from last weekend on the gulf coast.

The sun is setting a yellow orb in the sea

Bruising the face of the sky

Madly magenta, purple, yellow

Darkness walks across the sand behind me

As my camera catches a moment of laughter in your eyes

Simple joy

Being there to see this closing act of the day

You lift your dark glasses to share your joy with the lens

As the blue waves and white curls

Behind you back to the falling sun

As the bruise slowly fades to red

And we turn together to watch the last moment of light