Winter at West Long Branch, New Jersey
I look out of the window at the deep
blue/gray of the ocean, the pampas grass,
the gray roof of the deck,
the sky with its painted clouds.
Even the smooth lines of the white
stair seem drawn into this
landscape. How soothing
it is to watch the water move
in its slow way, to feel the world
wind down from its frantic pace,
to lift my face to light so clear
it scrubs the world clean.