The Breeze on Padilla Bay
by Michael Escoubas

A solitary figure
meditates
wrapped in a shawl of solitude.

It was his habit
to come here
to a habitation which,
by now, he owned.

The bay seemed
to sense his presence
singing softly as
the waters rippled and
a breeze blew across the bay.

A form of fire rises
above the tree line
so ordinary, and yet
singularly special
in the light it gives
in the difference it makes
in the renewal it offers
by way of a well-formed habit
as the world sings and dances
to the music made
when breezes blow across the bay.