All day the weight of summer and the shrill
spaced flight of jet planes climbing north.
The news at half past twelve brought further crimes.
Insane dictators threaten new disasters.
The light of summer with its bone white glare
and pink hibiscus in the yacht club garden.
The beach is strewn with bodies of all sizes.
How the sight of human nudity surprises—
cleft buttock, shaven arm-pit, nipple hair.
The heat haze hovers over Grotto Point
and skiers skim the violent flat water.
Incredible the feats that art demands.
Submarines surface to refuel
around this headland in a small bay’s stillness.
History encroaches like an illness.
And children chase the gulls across the sand.
Image credit: Arran Bee