for Henry
I'm sitting next to the ocean
in San Diego, a year-old baby
on my lap.
White-edged waves
roll over surfers' heads
like ripples of cream.
A mesmerizing dream,
the sea, at its edge.
The baby and I
Listen and see. We
watch and hear. We
feel the wind.
A cormorant glides
down--from where?--lands on
blue-grey glassy water.
