Benicia Love Poem: Lost Coast

Lost Coast by Joanette Sorkin

Walking through molasses up the beach
Sunlight and light breeze before the rain
Points beyond the lighthouse out of reach
But in this stretch such mysteries are contained
A hermit’s house, wet wood, a seal’s remains
Drizzle comes just as we reach our tent
We climb inside, undress, unzip the vent 

Hot and cold we struggle to find comfort
Dampness in the air and on our skin
Seeking rhymes our efforts all wind up short
Until our consternation turns to grins
As we relax and inner heat begins
To warm a knee, a thigh, a foot, a breast
Ardor driving chill from bone and nest 

Sunset missed, just moonlight on our camp
Passion spent, adrift on inner seas
Consciousness returns, you light the lamp
Cooking dinner while I take my ease
When every appetite has been appeased
We walk again, through dunes, the sand feels firmer
Embraced by love and Ocean’s crash and murmur