Dolphins at Dawn (off Sandy Bay)
Palpitating
Shiver of sea
Sparkling splinter of
Numinous ocean
Gifted personality
The Great Green
Divested of all terror
Its playfulness distilled to
Living livery of wave
I return new-born
With Dawn’s
Rose fingered bloom
To find you
Hoping you will
Humour me
(You always decide whether we shall meet
In the scary deep)
Yearning to grasp you
On this moving
Merry-go-round
Of touching
Not touching
Today, will you be:
Smooth sleekit slip of curling curiosity
Or glistening glory of somersaulting spray
That makes me cry out loud with glee
(Like I am 5 years young again and
There is nothing but this!)
Your meanest of tricks could
Make a romp of otters blush
I can’t get enough of you; could hunt you forever
I pray we never catch you