My Hat Slips Into the Sea
Leaning towards the ground, my body
Carefully ventures forth to the edge
Of the water, whose waves
Gently wave their hems,
Beckoning me close.
Balancing on a colossal rock on the coast,
My sensations unwind, absorbed into
The rhythm of the water’s breath.
Wind waltzes its white-capped crests,
In chevrons, swaying before my gaze.
They push in and pull far, advance
And retreat upon my bashful
Embrace with each closer lean.
Ducking my left hand in the chill,
I draw my fingers to the lips,
Tasting the cold water that drip from the tips.
That natural saltiness, innate of
Mother Ocean, wraps my tongue.
Oops, my hat slips into the sea.
A flurry of air showers my hair.
My hat bobs back and forth,
A small ivory dot.
It mingles with the tides and foam.