I sit perched on amber blocks of stone
hewn by sweat and sinew,
scorched toes tingling at the whisper touch
of turquoise blue spray.
Sweat, sand, surf glitter, glisten in unison—
rhythmic cadence to Mozartine
symphony of tide.
Cool, crisp molecules lick and tease,
then beckon, “Come play with us.”
Serpentine, the sun’s rays slither,
carving line traces on
goosebump skin.
Up and down, that faraway boat
bobs like a shiny red apple
on azure vastness,
nodding an eager “Yes!” to a bubbling idea.
I dive.
