for sitting with me by the sea.
We sat side-by-side, crossleggèd,
on a sandstone escarpment,
and watched the wet-suited surfers
paddling and bobbing and "halloo-ing,"
rising and settling with swells
as they waited for waves.
They looked like seals.
We wore only sweaters, and as the Earth
turning, slanted sun from the sky,
the brine-scented breeze grew chill.
The water rolled and splashed and flowed,
evolving from shiny black
to royal blue and emerald; to cobalt,
jade, azure, lapis and cyan;
then to turquoise flecked with gold.
This occurred on a day with no name
in the year no-number, when we meditated
side-by-side by the sea.
And we thanked Her bosom and forgiving soul
for blessing and sustaining our frail pink forms
with light and radiance . . . kissed
in parting, brightening like the ice-cold wisps
of white, gently pinking in the sky above.