Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions.”
~Pablo Neruda ~ The Wide Ocean
I would choose to stroke you
but only at the peak of a flood tide
When, lying tame and exhausted
the dry sands suck what remains
of that famous ferment.
Frothing, gurgling as an infant
your narrow-lipped mouth
lapping where the rocks
cup hands and scoop you up
I would sanction you touching me.
Feet first, a toe dip, painted red,
brown from the sun, thigh deep
waist deep. Hands patting, petting
taming the last ripples of dissent.
Only then, legs outstretched
a horizontal hold beneath
buoyant and calm in your clasp
I would never trust you though
ever watchful of your undertow
It’s Open Link Night @dVerse where anything goes but Sanaa offers a mini prompt with a line from Neruda’s ‘The Wide Ocean’. I can never resist his poetry and this poem is my response.
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