Hi Paul:

Greetings again from Manhattan. The surface of the ocean, as it changes from hour to hour through the day and night, through different seasons and all kinds of weather, can suggest an endless variety of images. Here is my poem, “Library,” from a new collection-in-progress, Circle of Time.

Best wishes,

Charles Pierre

October 16, 2014

Ocean Grove sunset.    By Paul Goldfinger. ©

LIBRARY

Waves of the outgoing tide glint with late afternoon light

as they roll across the ocean surface, opening like books

with rounded spines and soft covers spread wide to show

a white froth of pages, fanned front to back by the wind,

glittering drops and jets of rainbow spray flying

from the rows of thick volumes to fill an empty sky,

until the westward slanting sun turns their bright contents

to the pale gold of aging paper, then to dark blue at dusk,

when the spines, covers and pages of the dimmed books

slip to shapeless water and merge with currents of night.

STUART MATTHEWMAN  “Amapola”