NOON

A sudden heat
And the day wavers
And I see the undertow has them

And out they go
With the sun still on them,
All those faces,

And at the shore's edge,
A litter of books.

I think I want some of them back.
How can the current be so strong?
See where the chair is going down.
The sea will finish it.

At the edge of my eye,
A white wavering.
How did I get out so far?

How as I lucky enough
To have the sea rock me
All these long years?