here on treasure island

there are blue crystal sand dunes that peak

from my white wraparound porch

and after hours-

after all is quiet

and the passer-byers are all home in their beds;

the tide rolls up almost to the posts that hold us

suspended in the air-

but it never comes quite this far

even when the sea is rough

the bubbly white line only comes so far

as if there is some invisible wall that only God can see.

it is then that the soft moonlight falls over the whole ocean

and i am awed at the creativity of His mighty hand.