—from Edge of the Echo
—Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland
Waves crest, staccato the rocky shore
then foam into nothingness.
Late summer rakes the timothy,
ridge shadowing horizon's edge.
Clouds scribble a hydrangea-blue sky,
sweep salty tang to the cows, the vetch.
Bruised with heat, forget-me-nots droop,
but one pink bud dares
the sun, and I bend to its sweetness.
At the heart, a ladybug
kisses my lips, ocean whispering
its secrets.
