Clam Beach Sabbath

I don’t have access to the kind of math
that would make my finances work.
Perhaps I can’t afford it.

Despite the posture of my upside-down house,
I can’t seem to shake any “change” out of it.

But still, here I am
at the edge of the vast Pacific,
Where the lowering sun casts shadows of mountains
from molehills,
And my children dance with the sea,
And everything is alright.

©2009 Bob Mason

The picture is from the Sabbath day that inspired this poem.