Full Moon, Empty Beach


The setting moon pulled the plug on the Pacific 

Drained the cove beyond the sailors’

Algaed slips at Ambleside 

Washed in waves of beachcombers  

Flooding exposed shingle, barnacled reefs 

And imagined treasures, 

While Sun worshipers exposed another 

Thing beyond the tidal reach, and 

Children seeking crabs to fill sand buckets 

Played in the drying mansions 

Of sunfish, star fish and hermits

Where gulls and crows murdered 

Clams and rubbish brought to view 

By the pull of the full moon in May.

 © Philip Knight 2018