LITTLE SHADOWS AT SUNDOWN
(For the Wee Ones at Sauble Beach)
There is where here is:Do you hear the murmur
Of the seawaves laving this shore?
It is the whispered caress of a mother
Come upon her little ones’ romp
Among the sundown shadows.
Where the flushed horizon
Meets the sea, a father’s
Face gleams ruddy
With laughter’s heat
Still on his crinkled brow.
O, that this cacophony of soundsBecomes the noise of a lifetime
This heart (from a distance)
Could hearken to, leap up to,
Velvety notes of a joie de vivre
That this place was built for,
Made of, remembered by:
Is this not, after all, the paradiseHe thought was lost in time past
Visited now upon his dotage
When he hankers for joy,
A little life left while there is time?
The little shadows taunt the seaTo reach their limbs. Gleeful,
Their now surprised screams,
When touched at last, are drowned
By whimper of the ebbtide waves
That has turned to gentle laughter.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
August 20, 2013, Mississauga