By Mary Tina Pillay
The night sky bears down
On the fisherfolk below,
Drawing their nets draped
In shimmer. The sun lurks
Around-they must get
Home before the dark sky
Begins to blush.
Waves adorn the rainbow boats
With foam and feathers,
Delivering them on their
Shoulders to the teeming
City standing by.
Ambling,
I am on the molten coast,
Feet sinking deeper and
Quick, crushing shells and
Castles with each passing
Step, as tiny creatures
Skitter near and about the
Shaky sheets of shore.
The waking sea, its guttural
Laughter, tempts and teases,
Enticing the arching shore
Above to play its game. She
Slides away giggling on
Floating promises, through
Hidden depths.. some shallow,
Some deep.. till she dissolves
And is not seen.
The waves are
Back for more. And some more.
Towering walls of sand melt into
Wavy folds, immersing, twirling,
Swirling, new selves turning into
Unknown selves, and emerging
Lost on a distant horizon.