Two bodies
A darkened room
A large crackling paper
A silent boom that
deafens and
softens
Arms outstretched
Like a wave from a distance
You want to say hello
Or to figure out
the temperament of the sea
As the paper folds crinkles tears
The wave spills
surges
plunges
The pair circles into a stormy sea formation
A sensible next step
Harbouring good intentions
But
I can not help to stop and to look at the wooly stream beckoning for me
Bodies are slumped and thoughts are adrift
As the paper crunches crashes crushes
The wave shivers
swallows
hurts
Outside on the wharf bodies chatter phones checked bags rummaged coats are placed on
sun’s out
Patricia Tobin 