Just to sit here and write
On the old bench
At Gibraltar Point
With the warm wind
From the salt marshes
Admiring the white clouds
Beneath the blue sky
Listening to the warblers
And the human conversations
Which are always with us
Lots of flags
And marker posts
On the way
Or pointing to
The safer ways
Now the sunlight
Bright and piercing
Brings the flowers
Into bloom; one more
Summer for the taking
Among the grasses
Before the bridge
Which we will be crossing
Once the car parking
Has been paid for
