9.8.2026 – can do craziness

can do craziness
rise, ebb, froth, an incoming
frenzy of fountains

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lie down like silk breathing
or toss havoc shoreward; it can give

gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth
like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,

and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

The Poet Compares Human Nature To The Ocean From Which We Came by Mary Oliver in A Thousand Mornings (Penguin: New York, 2012).

High tide and rip currents toss havoc shoreward and ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains.

9.5.2026 – cloud to tumbling cloud

cloud to tumbling cloud
minute by minute they change
shadow on the stream

Adapted from the poem, Easter 1916 By William Butler Yeats as published in The Norton anthology of poetry by Alexander W. Allison (Norton: New York, 1983).

Easter, 1916

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman’s days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our wingèd horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone’s in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse—
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

8.22.2026 – great wide sea wherein are

great wide sea wherein are
things creeping innumerable
both small and great beasts

Atlantic Sting Ray off Hilton Head Island, photo by Leslie Hoffman (this image has been slightly enhanced by ai)

Today’s haiku is adapted from the Bible verse, “So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. Psalm 104:25 (KJV).

An unusually high number of jellyfish are crowding Delaware’s beaches this summer amid climate change and other environmental factors – keeping some beachgoers out of the ocean and stinging lifeguards as well as bathers.

Beach safety patrols in the state have reported hundreds of daily stings as the jellyfish have increased with intensifying environmental factors, including warmer waters, hot and dry conditions, and water circulation favorable to the invertebrates.

Jellyfish have been spotted in the water and washed ashore across popular beach destinations, including South Bethany Beach, Rehoboth Beach, Dewey Beach and Lewes Beach, and the frequency of stings has alarmed beach lovers.

Nico Caceres, the Rehoboth Beach patrol captain said in an interview: “The jellyfish for the past couple weeks have been very plentiful … The type of stings we’re seeing this summer, we haven’t really seen in past summers.”

Caceres, who has been stung “plenty of times” himself, explained that the effect of stings he has typically seen in past seasons last between 30 and 45 minutes, but that this summer’s stings have caused pain and other symptoms lasting an entire day.

“We have been seeing a lot of smaller children who actually end up vomiting a lot,” Caceres said. Along with many beachgoers, the lifeguards on his team who have also been stung have been avoiding going into the water out of concern about being stung again.

“People think we close the water because no one’s going in, but it’s just because people don’t want to get stung. It’s pretty much a guarantee you’ll get stung if you go,” he said, adding that since the end of July, his team has recorded between 150 and 200 stings a day.

From the article, ‘Its pretty much a guarantee you’ll get stung’: jellyfish keep swimmers out of Delaware beaches, by Maya Yang in Lewes Beach, Delaware in the Guardian, 8/22/2026.

Me NOT practicing the beach shuffle, where you slide your feet and avoid stepping on … things

Sorry to report, not just the beaches in Delaware but the last couple of weeks of calm off shore breezes, blazing hot temps and no storms, the water at Hilton Head is hot, swampy, salty and filled with starfish, jellyfish and other things you would rather not know about.

I have been stung by jellies over the last three weeks and today, the wife and I spotted a large Atlantic Sting ray in the surf and then later in our day at the beach, we got chased out of the waves by another ray coming right for us.

As I ran past my wife to get out of the ocean, she asked why I didn’t try to get her out first.

Told her I thought that the sting ray should have been all the motivation she needed.

8.21.2026 – clearer about sunrise

clearer about sunrise
the sea-bottom lifts itself
towards the surface

The early morning air of the African highlands is of such a tangible coldness and freshness that time after time the same fancy there comes back to you: you are not on earth but in dark deep waters, going ahead along the bottom of the sea.

It is not even certain that you are moving at all, the flows of chilliness against your face may be the deep-sea currents, and your car, like some sluggish electric fish, may be sitting steadily upon the bottom of the Sea, staring in front of her with the glaring eyes of her lamps, and letting the submarine life pass by her.

The stars are so large because they are no real stars but reflections, shimmering upon the surface of the water.

Alongside your path on the sea-bottom, live things, darker than their surroundings, keep on appearing, jumping up and sweeping into the long grass, as crabs and beach-fleas will make their way into the sand.

The light gets clearer, and, about sunrise, the sea-bottom lifts itself towards the surface, a new created island.

Whirls of smells drift quickly past you, fresh rank smells of the olive-bushes, the brine scent of burnt grass, a sudden quelling smell of decay.

From Out of Africa by Karen Blixen (Putnam: London, 1937).

Sunrise over Broad Creek on Hilton Head Island, 8-21-2026

7.28.2026 – to see, the craving

to see, the craving
of sailors, as of rest of
blind humanity

Adapted from a passage in Chapter 27 of The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad (New York: Harper & Brothers, 1906), where Mr. Conrad writes:

To see! to see! —

this is the craving of the sailor, as of the rest of blind humanity.

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

I have heard a reserved, silent man, with no nerves to speak of, after three days of hard running in thick south-westerly weather, burst out passionately: “I wish to God we could get sight of something!”

Looking ahead to next day, the next week, the next month … I wish to God I could get sight of something.

I know it should be enough that I know that God sees far far ahead of anything I could see and I should let it sit there with God.

Truthfully I would LOVE to be able to let it sit there.

But as Mr. Conrad also writes: Love and regret go hand in hand in this world of changes swifter than the shifting of the clouds reflected in the mirror of the sea.