Jacques Wakefield
...a night walk on the beach
The universe seals the air in
Every empty shell
On the beached up sand
As it matters that one foot at a time
Grips the enduring earth
the night air passes
a boyhood remembrance
Of being called to dinner by my mother
And how I never recognized through
All the visited years whether she was calling
The boy or the man...
Bio
Jacques Wakefield is published in several anthologies and magazines