He could not
feel bad here
lying under
the good stars.
The lighthouse
was just visible
& tall waves
knew grey rock.
He recalled
other beaches,
summers & the taste
of strawberries.
The guitar of
wind kissed skin
& hair as nightbirds
made love to
quivering shoreline.
The tide had turned.
Mariners considered
new catches & dreamt
once more of death
by drowning.
The promise of
sky & sea were
never more obvious.
(previously published here October 15, 2012)
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About 150 people live on Runde Island, Norway, along with about 500,000 birds.