The
sun bears
down on the
water,
dazzling even
the yachts that
yawn.
The bioluminescent
algae recharge their
bodies
in the
waning sunlight in
preparation
for a
still evening. Perfect
conditions
for a
tidal rave.
Marvelling at beauty and creativity.
The
sun bears
down on the
water,
dazzling even
the yachts that
yawn.
The bioluminescent
algae recharge their
bodies
in the
waning sunlight in
preparation
for a
still evening. Perfect
conditions
for a
tidal rave.
The beach has been super dumpy of late, but today, the water was crystal clear and the waves had just enough excitement for us. We ducked and dived under them as they crashed, and we floated peacefully over their crests. We tirelessly treaded water, then we beached ourselves and soaked up the summer sun.
It seems strange to me.
Fish swim past the chip packets,
And breathe our run-off.
Pimped-up car-engine:
Ruining peaceful canals
By screaming downstream.
I never wake up
In time, to appreciate
A brisk morning swim.
Tirelessly, we
Seek the Elixir of Life.
Is not water good [enough]?
I am the ocean. I am both deep and shallow. I am both dangerous and nurturing. I am both boring and calm. On the surface, I can be serene, while my undercurrents pull like a riptide. On the surface, I can crash and boom, while my undercurrents could be non existent. I can have submerged rocks, yet ripple on the surface. I can be dark, I can be blue, I can reflect the beauty of a sunset, I can lure unwary sailors, I can lose momentum. I can dry up, I can rage. I can flow with such a surging life force and I can trickle through crevices, seep through rocks.