Beauty Was Everywhere
Poem By Edward Lemond
I may have stood there for an hour,
In water up to my knees, watching
The sun go down. Boats moved
Back and forth, some going out
To catch the sunset, some coming in
After a long afternoon of sailing.
Behind me the beach was still packed
With bathers, and many swimmers
Were still in the water. Girls tossed
A Frisbee back and forth on a sandbar.
A woman and her daughter, both
Equally beautiful, walked toward me,
Along the edge of the water. My look
Was innocent and yet not so innocent.
In my mind I was still seventeen,
Or twenty-seven, and I felt the same thing
I always felt in the presence of such beauty,
A hungering and a longing, and a sense
That I lived in the same space, the same
World, that they, the beauties, lived in,
And I belonged there, equally. True
Or not, I believed it. The clouds
In the sky, from west to east,
Had turned pink, and as the sun fell further,
They became a dark red, with a hint
Of purple. The sun was a small round ball,
Blood red, that was tempting to stare at,
Straight on. Slowly it slipped below
The horizon and disappeared. And when
I turned around I saw a huge yellow lantern
Hanging over the cliffs at the end of the beach.
It took me the better part of a minute
To realize that it was the moon.