I imagine foam parting as you crest
I imagine sandy points and clear refraction across
your summer skin,
an afternoon in this illusion
-
you disappear
by the oyster shells, your hair laying back upon
settled green and green grasses,
everlasting sky
and silence except for a quiet wave,
and the earth.
Then I imagine watching you rise.
She-Emerges-In-Eel-Grass.
I imagine sandy points and clear refraction across
your summer skin,
an afternoon in this illusion
-
you disappear
by the oyster shells, your hair laying back upon
settled green and green grasses,
everlasting sky
and silence except for a quiet wave,
and the earth.
Then I imagine watching you rise.
She-Emerges-In-Eel-Grass.