Between water and rock

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.