1. Midnight, and the pale moon paley lighting up
The worm beds on the beach. We hoked them out
Threw them wriggly into buckets. Damp knees
In the damp sand. Uneasy in the stillness, watching for
The yellow hair of fairies hidden in the tide,
Voices from another world. That white beach
An other world itself that sent me home a changeling
Waiting forty weeks a year, patient, to resume myself.
2. Barely rose, pearly in the dawn, an angry sea throws
Spray across the wall, wrecks the boats tied up
Beneath the lighthouse on the pier. Its flashing light
Lights up the summer picnic island. Foam spuming
Flying, keeping all indoors. Spattered windows;
Seaweed stranded on the road like giant insects. And
I, an elemental on a swing, lick my salty lips and
Laugh and watch the sea for Manaman, its King.