TIME AND MOTION

TIME AND MOTION

Star-like, bright coruscations of hot sun

now pattern over rhythmic restlessness

of indigo ocean, vast to the east, contrasting

with foot-formed hillocks of

the sand's near immobility.

Now I descry a distant

peak of white sail,

close to the sea's far rim,

so frail, ephemeral,

and almost camouflaged

by washes of translucent clouds'

brief veils on sky's

wide aeons of blue.

Near-ageless sun is sovereign,

a glare to even glancing sight,

that sets the sands to fire for feet.

Sea-bathers strive to mingle with

the changing of enduring elements:

the water and heat.

I glimpse the flurry as

a wave metamorphoses to foam;

I trace

the angled shapes

of headland cliff, bright in the light,

that weather there so slowly-

so slowly that their change

seems nothing but

a stillness to my passing sight.