Enchantment

I know I have
one immutable friend.

The driving rain
chastises me

the grating shingle
scours my soles

the gulls squabble
like malodorous children

but my boundless ocean
is gently melancholic

a compassionate spirit
who reprimands

the night-ghasts
foams reassuringly

over my valiant
time-bitten feet

as they wade out
into history.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist