In the breeze you breathe their stare,
travelling ribs of silence in the sunlight,
in their lull you sense the segments
of the faces you have met, defaced now
gently in the glare, clustering in their transit;
you hear willingness in their throats and irises,
their accents absorbed in the streaming on shore,
in the quiet strength lapping the rocks;
their lips will follow you, you’ll sleep in their ripples,
your skin swarming in the sand of the bottom
one with the flowing hush and the blossoming above.
This poem is here for celebrating ( and "talking with") the excellent sea poem Waymarks by Mavis Gulliver published in one of Juliet Wilson's blogs "Bolts of Silk". The atmosphere of Waymarks reminded me of the years in which I wrote "Waves" and many other sea poems or water's edge poems. A great time, I had only to go to the beach for a walk and a poem popped up on the way back home.