Moment of Perfection

The spotlight of the cheddar moon
Reveals a path of wonder
Along the salt-bleached skipping stones
And sandy mattress under.

Eliot is in my ears
Echoing his verse
Of white-blown waves and mermaid song,
Of universe and curse.

The skeletons of driftwood beasts
Form jungle-gyms of white,
The moon-bleached bones of ancient trees
Are dragons made of light.

Poseidon roars and claws the shore,
His whitecaps snatch for life,
The gravity of Artemis
Enchanting him to strife.

I do not fear, I step in awe
And from perfection there I draw
The mystery of love and law
Within the poetry that I saw.