Pink cotton candy colored clouds
Pierced a pinched purple sky:
Stinging sands stealing my toes from the silent
Water and rhetoric crystal in blues–
Ships fail and drown,
Sailors held down,
Sadness petitioned the town,
Worlds whipped and found.
Stories never spoken beneath Undertow
Tales talked about in bars and dunes,
Details swept from the shoreline with the tide
I tell you all truths have a sandy grain of lie.
I reached for the Book:
The one you wrote–
About the whale or the fish or mermaid
Or war or death or birth-
Pages chatting with no sound
Under water underground
Were you and they ever around?
The clouds tiptoe rainy to noon,
Sun stopped shining resting on empty stairs,
Where I once sat singing with you salt from the sea
Bouncing the sun between us like a beach ball.
You still astound:
Chasing that gritty hound
The one you grabbed from the pound
Through the windswept gravity fighting mounds.
Raindrops rushed those clouds to mist
Fading memories into starlight:
Sun sank to sleep saluting my sorrow–
I watch darkened weather waiting for a bouncing beach ball alone.