Waves and Whispers

We huddle over the mass of our treasures with stinging skin and salt ringed hair while holding a washed blue sea star shining we whisper with bittering breath on the tide The waves peel thus and entice us to dig with backs holding skies and the sun raging noon while fingers break open in white salty clean we meticulously scan the horizon for change We stop when their fins slice the water in arcs with hands shielding eyes and our lips flooding smiles while standing like beacons with roots on the land we wonder if dolphin eyes strain to see us The moment they pass we are back hard at work with bellies of hunger and cotton tongued thirst while feeling the sun on our skin to take home we whisper that this is the time of our lives.