A walk (with Tycho)


Happy bells chime bon soleil

Night tides recede and bid all

embrace the day

Sun stamps imprimatur mighty

glass fragments multi facet

Spread over surf and sand

A walk, upon the strand

Cries of joy, laughter

echo across the bay

The air quickens with current

Static charges fill the vacuum

leaving water, rise away

All life swept into this rhythm

This is the current of the day