Day: December 18, 2025

Beach House

twilight at low tide:
the seabed like a wide flat road
stretches for a mile;
across the distance
the volcano stands,
majestic
against the changing sky —

I look back:
the beach house my father built
awaits,
from the balcony, gas lamps flicker,
orange flames glow
in lavender light —

I walk with hermit crabs
upon rocks and sand,
gather sea urchins
in my willow basket,
my little feet soaked
in shallow waters

this moment I am

with the sea as the tide turns,
the volcano shrouded in twilight,
the beach house
silent,
aglow.

D. G. Vachal ©2025

Image by Tim Hill @pixabay