[Listen to readings
of these poems.]
Where the water meets the sun
Off, dips sun into the water,
A floating line of oranges, roses, blue steel.
The women have a dance
To wish the fishermen home during rough trips.
The men now have gear to watch this dance,
The dance they shouldn't see,
Looking through holes in slant tin hats,
They crouch on white sand, cool, safe,
sadness, hoping . . . for full boats
Reasons to dance on the beach.
There . . . that's the sea.
I tell you it is.
Waves, segments of sidewalks,
fish, tides, boats, routes . . .
mysteries, things known, surprises . . .
Real . . . yes, drowning,
treading for hours with sharks,
sunny beaches, relaxed,
changing edges, currents, Coriolis force,
drop-offs, underwater mountains.