shaped by swells and surge and storm
six thousand years of broken land
banked along the ancient moraine.
miles of safety and soft, articulated sand
the satisfying weight of stone-in-hand
swans gliding in over the twisted tamarack
nestling in after long flight
an endless, rippled blue, a dragonfly briefly alight
(it was like this, that first night)
vision pools and blurs
before this long-awaited sight.
R. Leigh Krafft