Out to a Sandbar
When it comes to bodies of water,
I’ve seen rushier rivers.
I’ve seen lakes with lashier winds …
Oceans with crashier waves.
But god, I love the gulf
At its smoothiest glimmer.
It reminds me of some 20-year-olds
Who’d take beach chairs out
To a sandbar.
Water warm and calm.
With no waves to knock them around,
Only their beers
—their many beers—
Would topple them over.
Where is that sandbar exactly?
Well, they come and they go, you know, but the sandbar I’m thinking of was near the Naples pier in 1979.
Yes the gulf is special—was at orange beach recently and I. The morning saw dolphins feeding from my balcony in that “warm and calm “ water you describe