In waters’ calm leisure, mellow tides drift
Along back strides that always find their sway,
The lighter blues, the deeper jades, that sift
Each glimmer of mollusks that romp and play.
From the swoon of bay when dusk slowly cranes
Pewter the wavelets, darker steel the shore;
Above, one bold and yellow stripe explores
To jiggle in a curdled breeze and spills
A frothy crest with waltzes soon to fade
Before moon comes in her gathering wade.
Notes I hold, on the ocean waves’ last set
A gurgling never the same every time
That I might grow thirsty and soon forget
Salty ripples turning different chirps
Never to taste the same hums in whirled flips.
Contest of Francine Roberts
On the Ocean Waves
by nette onclaud