Tuesday, June 4, 2013
As I gaze upon the sea, strange and beautiful to me,
I am kindred to the pirates,
I am sisters with the sharks
The waves are the breeze in my hair.
Gently patting my face and licking my earlobes.
Delightful whispers, and calm blue.
Clear as a newborn's bluest eyes.
The calm belies -it hides the woe.
Here behind the reef, we have no rising curls of foam.
Just gentle lapping at the shore.
Dropping lines and killing time.
Delightful then this sunny day,
the skiff, the local boys at play!
And I, in time to catch the view,
Deliver this "wipe out" to you.
For though it broke my calm that day,
My laughter echoed in their fray.