Beachscape

Birds on their bellies glide by
Legless on the muscular sand,
Glistening in the retreating tide.
Far off a midnight train passes
Like shuffling cards while the ocean
Rumbles like a broken engine
Whose frustrated driver
Will not stop turning the key.
I know my silence bothers him.
She says the Australian sky
Is a new landscape. As he moves
To take her hand as well as mine,
I imagine standing alone,
Lost among those foreign stars.