Flotsam
Bobbing in moonlight, pleasured by waves;
journeying through swell, under stars;
buffeted by wildness, first murmur, then roar;
smacked against rocks, the foam and the crack
Coasting on rollers, taken for a ride;
immersion, hope, exhilaration, surprise;
borne along on billows, swept up by joy;
directed where the tide decides
Chill dawn emerging, waking in brightness;
thrown upon grit, stranded, discarded;
beached in a heap with stones and starfish;
playthings of the night, whitening in the sun
Ann Foxglove
Wed 25th Aug 2010 10:00
As long as you haven't sunk without trace Greg! ;-)