The 2 A.M. Pacific Retreat

The 2 A.M. Pacific Retreat
James Jackson

nights cold near the ocean
whispers reclusive invitations

      Chautauqua, Chautauqua

Andrew Bird’s Q-tip acoustic fills the ears
the long voice pizzicato plucks cluck pluck
scratching, say, the sand munching feet,

the seashells and their blue-moon breath
breathe into your ears the eternal secret
of the ocean, quiet all these sleepy years

How do you leave the wet sand after that?