Golden Memories

Bahia de Todos Santos

Remember those nights at Casa Mirasol
after hot days of surfing
and eating carnitas,
those cool gray mornings when we
padded down the beach collecting

dead sand dollars and
wishing for turban shells,
that day we danced in the sea
under a golden Baja sun.
Remember

that night we sipped pear wine
and debated the merits of
a good fish taco,
the night we peered at
the Milky Way spilling

out of the black bowl of heaven
and marveled at how sand dollars
looked like stars. Remember
those days and nights for they shall
not come again. Remember

as you gaze at
faded Yankee skies
those brilliant nights of
stars and shells
on Bahia de Todos Santos.

Poem: Lori Gloyd (c) April 23, 2006. Image: From a friend's house on the beach in Baja California, Mexico (c) 1997.