wave reflections glisten
through watery glass of water
foam and flow washing
Thoughts on watching the waves wash and they curl and wrap in and on themselves and, break into flow and spread then like glass over the sand and reflect the sky.
Some of these beach haiku were written by random trips to beach.
Most of these are part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island with my pad out ( a real paper note pad), hoping for words with my iPhone camera handy to add illustration to my thoughts.
I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
Some turned out okay.
Some were too forced.
Some were just bad.
Some did involve some or all of those feelings.
As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
Please aware that most of these haiku were NOT WRITTEN on the date in the title – for an explanation of this please see The Series link in the navigation table.
wave reflections glisten
through watery glass of water
foam and flow washing
Thoughts on watching the waves wash and they curl and wrap in and on themselves and, break into flow and spread then like glass over the sand and reflect the sky.
inward and outward
to northward and southward the
beach-lines linger, curl

Adapted from the lines:
Bending your beauty aside, with a step I stand
On the firm-packed sand,
Free
By a world of marsh that borders a world of sea.
Sinuous southward and sinuous northward the shimmering band
Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land.
Inward and outward to northward and southward the beach-lines linger and curl
As a silver-wrought garment that clings to and follows
the firm sweet limbs of a girl.
Vanishing, swerving, evermore curving again into sight,
Softly the sand-beach wavers away to a dim gray looping of light.
From the poem, The Marshes of Glynn by Sidney Clopton Lanier.
According to Wikipedia, Mr. Lanier was known as the poet of the Confederacy so I really shouldn’t quote him but then the poem in question wasn’t published until 1875 after Mr. Lanier visited Glynn County in Georgia.
The image is of the beach on Jekyll Island in the self same Glynn Country.
I was there yesterday.

will never increase
danger zone by giving way
… very logical
Deep down, my unspoked but dreamed day-dream is to earn a Commercial Pilot’s license and someday work for a Dolphin Tour Boat company and spend my time out on the water with someone else supplying the boat and the fuel.
To that end, I picked up a copy of the famous Chapmen Piloting book of Seamanship and Boat Handling.
(for $1 at the Friends of the Library Book Sale)
I am enjoying it a lot.
I am intrigued as well as there is a lot of basic commonsense that seems to be assumed to be present in the mind of anyone who is thinking about being out on the water.
Notice this short section on piloting in the “Danger Zone.”
A power-driven vessel of any size has a so called “danger zone” from dead ahead to 22.5° abaft its starboard beam. It must give way to any crossing vessel that approaches within this zone.
The “danger zone” is a concept implicit in the Navigation Rules and should be firmly understood by every boater.
Note that the danger zone of the give-way vessel has the same arc of visibility as its green sidelight. Thus the stand-on vessel sees a “go” light from the other vessel. Conversely, the give-way vessel sees the red (“stop”) light of the stand-on vessel — a very logical situation!

You have to love the lovely choice of language!
a concept implicit in the Navigation Rules
should be firmly understood by every boater
— a very logical situation!
The Danger Zone Section of the bok is a small quarter page with a red background to make it stand out.
Know the rules!
Know your boat!
It’s a very logical situation that should be should be firmly understood as the concept is implicit in the rules.
Why does this expectation sound so wonderful in A WORLD GONE CRAZY!
So simple and yet so flat out, hey this is the way it is and if you don’t get it, get your butt off the water dumhead!
A simple expectation that you and other people will be using some smart out there in the world.
Yet, the folks who wrote the Chapman Piloting book also live in the REAL WORLD.
In italics at the bottom of the red block information on the Danger Zone is this caveat.
(Remember how in the book Gone With the Wind, Rhett told Scarlett to name her store the CAVEAT EMPTORIAM and Scarlett had the sign all set to go and then Ashely told her what it meant … but I digress)
As I was saying, at the bottom of the section is this little but of advice.
After saying the concept of the Danger Zone was implicit …
After saying the concept of the Danger Zone was fully understood …
After saying the concept of the Danger Zone was very logical …
The authors then state:
There may be situations in which a boat does not have right of way (such as river-crossing and overtaking), but assuming that you have the freedom to maneuver safely, you will never increase the danger of collision by giving way to a boat in this zone.
Even with all that being said, know that person in the other boat may not be logical or fully understand the danger zone.
Remember, no one ever increased the danger of a collision …
BY GETTING OUT OF THE WAY.
Rare advice that can be applied in too many places today.
As John Ronald Reuel Tolkien once wrote, “It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.”
Dragons, other dumb boaters and, well, just plain folks.
on the lonely shore
where none intrudes, by the sea
music in its roar

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more.
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage (1812–18) canto 4, st. 178 by George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824
trying to unweave
unwind piece together
past and the future

Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,
From The Dry Salvages in Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot (New York, Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1943