It’s good to have eyes
for the sea-and-sun playing of shadows
in shallow tide.
It’s better to dive headfirst
into the playing –
myself a gray snake shadow, shaking.
Plunge, wrestle
with the white-capped arms of foam
and crest the breakers;
bob among the rocking, vast expanse
of rolling shoulders
that swell and shake
with some secretive and giant laughter;
only shattered by my
draggled head
and this small pair of wetly bobbing shoulders.