Whirlpools And Riptides

 

 

There is something

Magnetically mesmerizing

Standing on the shore,

Sitting on the cliffs,

Watching the whirlpools

And riptides seethe and boil,

Beckoning grab your kayak,

Go get your board

Come play with us,

Dive in, dive in,

Invisible arms reaching,

Wrapping around you,

Pushing, pulling,

Circling gulls gliding,

Screaming mixed messages,

Do it, don’t do it, do it,

Yes, no, no, yes,

The intensity of their cries

Filling the skies like

The music, the words

 You hear when you

Look into her eyes.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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