While the Sun Sets—Canon Powershot S410

After a dinner of leftover lambstew
we walk to the beach
to watch the setting sun.

The air is cool, but
the skies have turned blue
and the folks are out.

Surfers ride waves missed from days of rough sea—
their girlfriends with arms folded
watch from the shoreline.

Couples walk by hand in hand
while their dogs dance on their shadows
and leave droppings for strays to sniff.

The children perform upside down lifts
and when they are tired
sit on the sand to bury their feet.

Meanwhile the ball of light moves
downward slowly but surely
a demonstration of vibrancy.

More than the wind and the rain
it has an uncanny ability
to draw folks out of their homes.

But oblivious of the picture we paint
we are like early morning saints
on the steps of a great cathedral.

. . . acknowledging its power.