Hour 11

Red Flag Warning

 

Rip tides.

Big waves with rolling white foam.

Surfers in wet suits paddle out to ride.

Two women in bathing suits swim beyond the surf.

Playing games with the ocean,

like teasing a tiger,

handling a rattlesnake.

I walk the beach,

pick up fragments,

tumbled, broken pieces no longer look like shells.

That should tell us something.

We are not in charge.

Submarine recently lost,

taking rich tourists to visit the Titanic,

victim of an iceberg.

We dare to conquer,

return to our place of origin.

But no longer belong.

Maybe whales, dolphins beach themselves

trying to conquer air.

Games with the land that go awry.

 

Sue Storts

09/02/2023