Eileen Sateriale

Azure ripples sparkle laced by white cream
creeping on caramel sandy shore.
The tall grass dances in a zephyr
cooling nesting areas for piper plovers.
As the tiny shellfish burrow back into the sand,
avoiding the creeping water which recedes,
becoming invisible.

On a neon terry cloth carpet, seagoers in colorful
bathing suits digest what lies underfoot,
over head and on the horizon.
A sun screened bather picks up a shell,
inches from her beach towel and sheepishly
holds it to her ear listening for the waves and
admiring the polished interior abode.

While the sun beats down, overwhelming
olfactory and tactile senses,
nature’s headset orchestrate the sound
of the waves crescendo.
A pelican plunges,
as a seagull dives in ocean’s direction,
and a skimmer skims;
while white puffy clouds splotch the sky.

A dolphin swims close to shore
breaking the ocean’s surface then gently receding,
barely causing a ruffle or ripple.
Darting in and out, lazily graceful,
ignoring pocket handkerchief
triangular sailboats
that survey the coast.