Drift

I stood on the beach watching

It moved east, parallel to the shore

Bobbling on the sparkle of cat’s paws

Behind the forming swell of gentle breakers

A tern interrupted her flight to peer closer

Hanging just above in squealing hover

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What it was I could not tell either

But curious, I walked to the foamy edge

My linen trousers rolled up to my knees

Advanced bare-foot, shin deep into the chill

It floated out beyond my reach

Elusive flotsam, mystery from the deep

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n.b. Cat’s paws are a form of waves. They are capillary waves of a small scale that are pulled up from the surface of the sea by the wind and pulled back toward the surface by the meniscus, (surface tension of the water).

CLP 19/02/2020

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité