barrier islands and grandparents
seem timeless
unshakable
but disapear
in one great turn
of the earth

the barge on the horizon
on the sea
has secret
serpentine hoses
coiling beneath it
in the dark
and cold
currents

its weighty machinery
pumping
the sandy earth
to the shore
shaping
the planet
to mad wants

from this distance
the whole process
seems silent
the huge ocean
offering no protest
or laughter

the tools of man
attempting to hault
the passage of time