Chesapeake Softly, waves strike a wall         as i dip my toes in. Elsewhere, rocks are lightly lapped         and a froth forms. Kissed by the calm breeze,         i almost miss that with that wind         comes thick'ning clouds. Serenity--man's hands make God's work         more accessible (if less untouched). I scan the sky:         A dome in transition, from pale, puffy blue                         to glowing, golden white                         to thick grey                 bringing with it heavenly water         which longs to meet its earthly sister. Michael D. Springstead