A light with bite that wounds the eye
is breaker borne. Ashore,
this bright morning burns
black holes upon the retina:
sun spots that dot the dunes.
My vision sweeps, west to east,
a stretch of beach. Each wave,
which breaks then smooths to ripples,
retreating leaves its flotsam:
spume-laden seaweed and shells the sun
will bleach to blinding white in hours.
A swimmer bodysurfs to water's edge.
I sip my tonic, sponge my brow,
and, through tinted glasses, confront
the terrace crowd of others, cowed,
like me, by youth, by sun, by sand and sea.
Categories:
bodysurfs, holiday, introspection, life, nature,
Form: Free verse