It surprises me I like a stony beach called Circle.
Close to the rental in Sag Harbor.
Between high grasses and bay.
Full of stones, shells, scrub.
I suppose it’s the stillness.
Rejected by bathers who want stretches of soft sand.
Companions, rows of umbrellas.
Here, the lone walker.
Often accompanied by several dogs.
Cooling off in the water.
One morning, a guitarist on a blanket.
Singing his heart out.
But, mostly calm.
Blueness and stones crunching under foot.
The scent of salt
to open up the nose.
The right amount of quiet
to let my hand compose.
Lynn Benjamin
August 24, 2023
