For no particular reason - Just subjecting you to a bit of poetry dujour:
Floating, no, rushing at high tide
Tumbling on the sand
Spilling and shifting
Then gathering my skirts and
Running back to sea
The salt spray in your hair
grit on your skin
it stayed with you on the shore
barefoot and laughing with
the tumbling girl in the waves
I'm not sure you knew the source
of the taste of the water
But you didn't drown in it
That was in your favor
And you were there
Towel in hand
at the next rising of the tide
to gather me up, froth and foam and weed
ply me with coffee and wine and fire
And set me free when the tug came
back to the sea
Somehow what I remember now
As the waves whip my hair
Is the towel in your hand
and the smile on your face
Happy Monday to all - and enjoy the shore
Shore to please! Sorry , couldn't resist. I do love this. What a lovely image. The shore waiting for and holding the sea and the sea always returning, shaping, covering. I think that fellow on the shore can smile because he knows the tide will rise to bring her back again. And she will know the warmth of the towel will be waiting no matter the journey.
ReplyDeleteNow see about getting this published, eh?