30. to the wind

Back-slapping the rocks,

like some hearty reveller

finally getting the joke,

the breaker blows its top.

In a salty guffaw

its laughter punches the sky

broadcasting spray

to the wind

from whence it came.

The shingle proclaims

its applause

as it tumbles back to the sea,

silvered, with the grasping

of the wave.

As I look at the captured moment

I read other imaginations

into the scene

and see,

momentarily,

an elephant, ears alert

with its trunk raised

to the wind

in exultation.

In the background

wind turbines stand

like April daffodils

paying their own homage

to the wind.