Beaver tail sound bath

Swelling rings, moans, and jingles

Clicks and rustling and patient footsteps

Meandering routs around the crowd through

Bodies gathered

Strewn around

Careless believers in something better

Bright colored towels and windproof clothing

Damp chairs and loved ones clustered close

To rejuvenate spirit on the misty coast

Smoky sunset, black and hazy

A deep sense of presence, inner peace

And waiting.

Within the fog a lighthouse lost

Wrapt in misty layers like us

It’s voice replaced with quiet imitations

Chimes and bowls of spiritual designation

Damp bug bites clamoring for attention

Receding with rolling waves

And personal sentiments