|Poetry & ProsePoetry & Prose OnlineNancy Heath
My Secret Sandbar
Salty sprays of summer
Set a brackish bliss upon my lips
That by some enchanting effect of nature
Surrounds me with a soft, snug serenity of spirit.
I yearn to embrace my secret sandbar
And encounter the coastal caress of oceanic breezes
Blowing my cares far, far away.
Silent in my shoreline splendor,
I scrutinize Terns swooping in the sky,
Warning me not to get too close to their pleasure sea.
Gulls glide on the breath of a breeze.
I venture to grasp their unruffled calm,
Gazing at their lofty wings
Floating in and out of cumulus clouds
That puff into paisley Humpbacks.
I drift whispering a prayer to save the whales.
As sunbeams shimmer on my stillness,
I muse on Sandpipers
Swift-stepping like skittish women
At the ripple edge of frothy whitecaps.
They are easily frightened, quick to shy;
Perchance, harboring phantoms
Of widow-walkers waiting
For their men who went down to sea in ships.