Letras
Warm sun, bare skin, braced for cold
Shocking pleasure of immersion
Plant my toes, grip the sand
Extend my arms, caress the surface
And wait
Gentle, gentle, are the waves
The big spray hits when I'm not looking
Takes advantage of my lapse
Scoops my body up and slams my
Insignificant form down
Down to drag along the bottom
Dislodging snails and habitations
Hair like netting catches seaweed
Tangles round my face and throat
Choking salt spitting liquid
I'm ejected, used, exhausted
Bobbing like the wooden treasures
Shaped and softened and displaced by
The ocean