My Mr. Sandman Dream

You fall asleep under your wide wicker hat; a
long fallen tree, sun bleached white and grey as gulls, battered by waves
for your pillow,
The contours of your body fitted to the earth, supported and held
by every grain of sparkling sand, you sink into the warmth, your
breathing rhythmic with the tides, pulling back to expose hidden treasures, 
rushing forward to fill up all the empty places,
caressing and smoothing, pressing and rippling; 
our dream is made true
when you sit up and smile because we are really here.
Song
Dreams
Artist
The Cranberries
Writers
Noel Hogan, Dolores O’Riordan
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Happy Anniversary to my husband, best friend and lover, who has explored and discovered and walked this planet earth with me the whole time. Life began with you.

Sweet Tides at Haystack Rock…

Neptune with Sea Foam and Haystack Rock” (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)

The day after you cut down the noble fir tree and Tom said he hoped it would snow, I asked you to take me to the funky lesbian-owned pet store on Division, so I could pick out a fish. The store was hot and muggy and smelled of living creatures, longing to escape their glass tanks and see-through plastic carriers. Children accompanied their parents through aisles of box turtles and geckos and snakes and all of the rumble fish were lethargic but one.

I told the punk-rock cashier girl that I was naming him Neptune and she said he was mighty handsome.

“Neptune with Sea Foam” close-up (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)

We took Neptune to the coast and explained to the people that came up to learn what we were doing on the beach, that this was his first time returning home, and everybody looked at my tiny fish looking out at the enormous ocean, and agreed he was something special to see, here, of all places, where Haystack Rock juts from the crashing waves, skirted in fog until sun breaks illuminate her deep green peaks and landings.

You shouted out to me, how the tide was coming in fast, as I lied on my belly and steadied my shot, and then you scrambled to rescue Neptune’s jar, and the camera I held, as I kneeled in the waves, caught off guard and suddenly soaked, trying to run before I was even standing,

ending up laughing with you laughing with me too.

And I told you how unexpected and wonderful to be embraced by the ocean and brought into playfulness without effort all because of a tiny fish who flares his face like a sweet pea blossom, feeling like a firecracker.

Neptune with Sand (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)
The Thievery Corporation “Sweet Tides” (Music Video) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose. ft. LouLou Ghelichkhani, “Sweet Tides” is the final track from Thievery Corporation’s album “Radio Retaliation,” which saw release on September 23, 2008 through the band’s ESL Music imprint. // Support the band and GET RADIO RETALIATION // https://thieverycorporation.com/radio… // CREDITS // Staring: LouLou Ghelichkhani Music by: Thievery Corporation // LYRICS // It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Looking back on the days, just wanna be free Through the love in your eyes Now I’m staring inside, just wanna be free Through the love in your eyes Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air Looking back on the days All over your mind, just wanna be free Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air Looking back on the days All over your mind, just wanna be free Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of…

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You…

“Sand Love” (Valentine photo) by Kay Jay (February 14, 2020)

I opened my eyes in the early morning darkness to you wanting

to hold me and we stayed

in bed until the sunlight came up when we could see each other smiling.

We never wanted to get out of bed,

while we talked about not being able to wait to get back to the ocean and we kissed

before You poured me coffee, before you showered, while I read your poem

that said when you looked into my eyes you felt safe.

The Lauryn Hill “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You” (Music Audio) is being post on Stitched in Stone for NO Commercial Purpose. Provided to YouTube by Sony Music Entertainment Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You Lauryn Hill /The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill ℗ 1998 Ruffhouse Records/ Associated Performer, Executive Producer, Producer: Lauryn Hill / Composer, Lyricist: Bob Crewe Composer, Lyricist: Bob Gaudio /Editor: Devon Kirkpatrick Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Comissioner Gordon Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Warren Riker Mastering Engineer: Jr. Herb Powers

Beach Combing. . .

Sea Stars among anemones” (Cannon Beach, August 2019) photo by Kay Jay

A garden of sea stars clinging to the same rock

as if cradled among aggregated anemones

that more truly await the return of the tide to submerge them

so they may open hungry;

Raggedy yet elegant, under salt water,

some kind of looking glass dahlias

fragile green as summer katydids

with no one the wiser to their predatory nature. . .

My lover pokes his finger into the soft tugging and says, “watch”

and I witness the longing

that can not be satiated nor understood by its own instinctual embrace,

Paralyzing to a lesser prey

so soon consumed.

He kneels in the sand to sketch our heart chakra rock,

that living rock

that changing rock

that sings at certain times in the morning

when he is still asleep and I am the only one making footprints in the sand,

walking along the shore

with circling grey-blue silver-white gulls and their speckled brown beggar offspring who’d ask the local crows for a hand out

if only they would oblige. . .

Our mecca

no matter the weather

He captures shapes quickly on his torn Arches

and promises to paint in the colors

later. . .

How his hair is the same as the gradients of gold

that darkens under the tide’s constant measure

and whitens where the sands bleach dry, closer to home. . .

The crinkle lines around his eyes, smiling

some sun rays

and the clouds so like his beard, puffy above

the folds of his dark blue denim, his broad shoulders

jacketing the distant hills in forest

and he turns to me

to look me in the eye

and he says, this is the place that makes lovers wanna kiss.

“Tide Pool Sea Star” #1 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Tide Pool Sea Star” #2 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Tide Pool Sea Star” #3 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Green Sea Anemones” (Cannon Beach Tide Pool) photo by Kay Jay
“HayStack Rock” (Cannon Beach) September 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay