Beach

The horizon cuts straight, long, hard silently declining less than a degree like toys across a cartoon’s one frame stillness a small yacht rocks like a child’s boat a helicopter putters, a small jet silently bellies over the sea thundering suddenly against a graded blue sky children flying a kite a plummeting twisting tied bird in its death throes falling from the warm seemingly red-speckled blue broken only by a smudge of grey cloud curling white-tipped waves swirl against rocks a lonely Zen-meditative crab in their shade the sand, ridged, striated, pockmarked small holes left as bubbling miniature blowholes fine lines webbed around sand rippled like the sea, waved and cleansed a poetic transgression? – Neptune’s impost? the soap-sud foam his in-coming joyful jouissance the thin receding water a pin-spot bridal veil and a bridal train, its white scalloped lace edge pleating, folding, hiding under the next wave in rippling curving line-patterns