Seaside Retreat

Sun sunk down

tide run out

and we're here

pursuing sea gleam

in retreat

charging shivering out

upon its shimmer stain

like captains commanded  

to trod tall upon the residue 

demanding altogether surrender

recompense and rescue

from an ocean world 

of indomitable breadth

and breast turned elsewhere

but it's just doing one's duty

in the twilight

isn't it despite

that brilliant muddling sheen

rolling and refracting 

our own darkest questions

why? why? why?

whispered in the whoosh

of a world turned away

in retreat

in retreat of me