- John Grey
On a Block Island Beach

On a Block Island Beach
The beach won't give up
its light easily.
The sea-grass tinges gold.
Waves foam bright white.
The couple in the car
are already in darkness.
He bullies.
She shrieks.
How can they be here
and yet not be here?
I stroll the shore
for as long as there
are shiny details to it.
Even when it's totally black,
I'll see bright what I hear.
That couple's fight
is long ago loosed from me.
I keep their peace
until they ask for it.
—John Grey