Stoptober

Vanilla froth of the sea milk shakes Rising and falling with my jumps, in motion with the rest of the crowd All shimmering with sunscreen and that shiny, slick glow of freedom Droplets shaken off a bikini land on my magazine and it rustles in rhythm with the pages of the book being turned next to me. I squint, the heat of the sun beating down, insistently like the berating of mothers, mixed with greetings of ‘allo, nu, ma inyanim’. I love lounging like this with legs stretched out, different languages lapping all around-the lull of Russian, the drawl of American, the lilt of Australian Mingling with Middle Eastern music playing somewhere near All wafted along by the warm breeze, carried with the cozy coconut smell of sunscreen All basking in the bliss that is Jerusalem beach. The taste of the sea salty and grainy on my lips Golden glimmers of sand stuck to my soles Sharp shells lying scattered on the shore Showers crowded, water splashing It’s the city that never stops they say But it’s October and in Tel Aviv time has been turned And I want an endless summer of solitude Spent on its stunning shoreline.