After a long and productive day spent with my local writing project colleagues, Geoff and I set off for a quick dinner at a local dive. Afterwards, I talked him into a stop by the beach–even though it was not quite sunset and we were not willing to wait to experience sunset. (And to be honest, it was a bit grey so the certainty of even being able to see the sunset was in question)
But it didn’t stop me from wandering down the path from the cliff to the shore and snapping some pictures as I breathed in some fresh sea air and stretched out those legs that sat too much today.
At Not Quite Sunset
At not quite sunset
when the clouds gather like cotton candy
blushing pink before the sun dips low
down the narrow cliffside path
in the ocean, they bob and wait for the perfect curl
to launch them toward shore
and I wander, seeking treasures through my lens
finding inspiration in the gray
in the blue, as the waves breathe in and out
at not quite sunset.
It looks like Max was also inspired by the ocean. Here’s his poem:
Let the sunbeam shower on your back
as you fly like a bird with the flow of dolphins
finally, you lay down on the sand to rest for tomorrow
as you hear the waves screaming to the shore.
Where do you find inspiration?
I love your poem, especially the idea of “Not Quite Sunset.” It seems to me that there are many of those “not quite” times that could inspire poems. Transitional times, or times on the brink of something…On my last day of spring break, I’m heading to hike out to a more remote beach for some inspiration. Then, I have to buckle down to some school work. I have to say, I’m not quite ready to go back 😉
I hope your first day back at work felt “not quite” as hard as you imagined it might be! I’m looking forward to reading about your adventures with students!