Seaside Mandala
Rain bathed ancient stones
on a fret-covered shoreline
while castles emerged
from the wet sand
and children rowed
an imaginary boat.
Shells shaped into a circle
formed a silent prayer
to be answered at evening
when high tide
cleanses past and present
ready for tomorrow.
Rain chased us from the beach
in a grey buzz
of persistent wet stings.
We drove down
to the salt marshes
to imagine the dream houses.
