Scattered at sea 

my father’s ashes 

waving

A child’s drawing 

the seagulls and the waves 

the same shape 

The path leading 

to the old lighthouse 

lined with broken seashells

Kaleidoscope —

the glittering marina 

not much changed 

Beach read 

the wind flipping 

to the end 

As the sun sinks

the volume of the ocean

increasing