Sand whiting

By | 16 August 2019

A thing dropped
into a clear pool will draw fish
seeking food.

So Dante and Beatrice were received
by ambitious hungry lights
in the second circle of paradise.

And so it is in limpid waves behind
the shore-break at Bar Beach – turquoise, just like
a circle of heaven on holy days
as the sun strikes sheer
through sea’s restless face.

Lucent sand whiting hang unseen
and I am drawn to light from
their flanks. Mirror-winks
from distant wreck survivors.
My keen heart-jolt flashes back
in answer.

Between breaths
garlanded with streamers
I follow their turn,
salt-blurred among
the weed-manes.

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