Playa Michigan: Silver Light
An American once came here
To search for a sea of silver light
Over a roadless lagoon
Where mangroves lilt
With the lopping splash of mullet.
The mainland had switched off its lights
Yet the silhouette of palm trees
Could be seen below the obscure hollow of mountains
Where Tacpan de Galeana
Named its Island of birds.
Still Pelicans thrash a desolation of waves
And glide along the spuming surf
Agile angels of silver light
In a choir of swift arrows
While visitors sit soaked in tequila and ceviche.
The silent sandbar
Stretches out like the sleeping arm of a giant
Dreaming in the love songs of whales
Which careen around
The undulating ocean.
An American came here once
Bringing the Ojibwa name - mishigami
Where lovers still search the silver light of the moon
And now a dead palm tree is prostrate on the sand
A washed up missive from a future.
Well done!!
Evocative🙏