La Fonda, Baja, Mexico

Who spent the entire evening
painting black and gold sand art
on the shoreline canvas,
only to erase it with the rising tide?

All night long,
waves shaped supple sand,
imprinting curves and jags
like notes of an ocean’s song.

Nature is full of this momentary art.
No attachment to its greatest designs.
Like Tibetan monks, the ocean
erases its creation freely.

Will you rise up early
and step into this gallery,
before time or tide erase
form, capturing formlessness.

With naked toes kissing
the artwork of the Divine.