Clouds tower up
to heights to slouch glowering,
stalk inland on legs of lightning
and wind, feet of churning surf
- the beach is set like a breakfast
nook, time to begin. I wait
and wade, and surface
from plunge, and go
back in as the cloudburst breaks
and the streams of fresh water
fall and run
over clammy and suddenly
chilly wan flesh. I descend
to my already plastered
towel, take a swig
of my Coke can
put ball cap
and sunglasses on,
and wait for the sun. This
day
was the only one
I was able to come.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Anything you have to say - question, critique, interpretation, praise or rebuke - is received with gratitude and interest.
If it looks like spam and contains a link, though, it will not be published. I will cherish it to myself, instead. Thank you!