Poem for the Missionaries I Met Walking Along Fourth Neck

Because every day
Is another chance
To turn your life around

For instance just yesterday
Walking along Fourth Neck

I met two missionaries

Of the Mormon faith

Keen to recite chapter and verse

With me after I introduced myself

As a fellow missionary sent

To preach among the assembled

Shorebirds and shellfish

About the wonders

Of the Way

But now 

I repent of my mistake

Realizing I'm only a supplicant

Come here to this strand 

To learn a more litoral way

Of thinking and being

Not to convert or be converted

But only to be newly submerged

At least twice each day