Oceans of Ireland at 18 (1985)

      The pull of the tide,
moons strength on earth,
minute organisms and bonding glue
that dissolves in death 
the spray of grey ocean
As i wandered sickly into the dark,
the ferry ship bridging peoples twixt drought& rain
train ride from dublin to rosslare
trenchcoats with collars stiffly angled,
wandering beach driftwood
smooth from battering slams,
soft thru relentless beating of waters fist,
pearly white baby ears, macaroni shells,
whatever i wrote on natures chalkboard
                       ----how long did it stand?
was the cauliflower growing
over the gloomy grey swirl
merely another ferry
chugging steamy 
or was it offspring of yet more
driving dismal
edge depleting
water pounding loves?

(age 18, 1985)