Beachcomber Nocturne

April 25, 2025

Introduction by Kwame Davis: In “Beachcomber Nocturne”, Lupita Eyde-Tucker beautifully wrestles with the complex relationship that we sometimes have with nature, by first acknowledging that there is a strange colonizing impulse behind the manner in which we apprehend and love the natural world, by seeing it in our own image. Her awe, however, is also captured elegantly in her sense of helplessness as a witness and a creature of this grand design. For some reason, I find myself coming back to the phrase, “the ocean’s purple evening”, so I consider the poem yet another of those “odd gifts” the world offers us.

Beachcomber Nocturne

Pink seafoam leaves odd gifts for me to find:

a puffed-up man-o-war, a mermaid’s purse,

empty lady slippers, Sargasso weed,

as if these things could fill my human needs.

I push my toes beneath the cold, damp sand,

observe the ocean’s purple evening.

A loggerhead rides up and heaves her bulk

to dig a hole, deposit future in the dark.

Until she’s done and slips back out to sea

I sit and match her labored breath to mine.

This sea: a Chevy engine revving high

reminding me how everything’s design.

We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2022 by Lupita Eyde-Tucker, “Beachcomber Nocturne” from Jet Fuel Review, Issue #23, Spring 2022. Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.

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