Things I've seen this summer

Allen goofing off on the Cherry Grove Pier at North Myrtle Beach

Ben picking our first cucumber of the summer

William peeping out through a tunnel slide at the park by Al's.

Caribbean Blue

I stand alone on alabaster sand,
the wind tossing my hair with rough hands.
The sea is a mirror of today,
a calming lullaby of night--twinkling like stars.

The sea and its winds haunt me,
a complexity of calmness and torment,
one that is a carbon copy of love;
the torture of eyes stripping away my reserve.

I try to hide my deepest longings,
the ones for you, man of sand and foam.
You are violent wind and soothing sea,
a stew of confliction that I consume with appetite.

Along the horizon of Caribbean blue,
I surrender to your stormy touch,
a siren with no voice for song
drowning within the shipwreck that some call love.