A diagonally propelled glistening
a rippling-ending-on-the
edge of land foaming white
breaking/the water to rupture
the sand
while in the distance rises
the silhouette of vertical land
A breeze to remind you
that the salty motion of air
can be warm or cold
Its ripples invisible to the eye:
only the skin can fathom
its patches of reeds
Cresting in the distance
a ball of fire midpoint in the sky
aligns it all
In spite of turbulence
on the surface
shaking up the template
As I sit on the side of the shore
and in my arrogance seek to record it
catching only one tenth of a millionth
of what actually transpires
between water and rock.