Remembering that morning, as father stood wavering on the beach,
his toe writing about mother in the sand,
while the sea and sky converged on his figure like two blades.

Remember that afternoon, as he paced by the collapsing waves,
and the gulls broke the blank hotel silence,
circling over the field of palm stubble and broken shells.Joan E. Cashin has published in many literary magazines, including Allegro, Ars Medica, Eclipse, Intuitions, and Poetry Superhighway.