Cleansing Salted Water

tasting hard water
in the bay
slow rolling
and gentle rocking
to stray glimpses
of a moon
that’s hide and seeking
through the black
of stormy clouds

falling showers
of light tattoo rain
reach down
to the warm
of a lowly tide

in early morning
I’m half seeing
where I think you are

sliding in and
out of sight
as the shadows move
the sound
of washing waves
is an illusion
of distance

until the soft contrast
of exploration
above and below
the water-line
seeks out
a source of taste
for lips and tongue
to cleanse away
salted water


© Frank Prem, 2000

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