In one direction the sun is escaping
in the other, the storm clouds are green.
The gulf waters tired from a day of relaxing
hollow shell concert serene.
Swept up pink skies in a moment bright red
clash with the lightning’s shade.
The sand cools down suddenly, like the day we were wed
and into the water we wade.
Fish darting silver lick past our legs
we shuffle our feet with the tide.
The stingrays sweep off toward the farthest sand bar
as we watch the grey pelicans dive.
Thunder cold rumbling in the heat of the sky
burnt cheeks soothed while I dive.
Sun slips underneath me, storm rains above me,
underwater, I know I’m alive.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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