There Was A Day In Summer
There was a day in summer when the worries were small.
When heat rose in steamy wisps from packed crystalline earth.
Sight was sun-stroked then, salt was smacked on lips.
Sounds tunneled in to ears of conch, muffled by indifference.
One grain. A million grains. Stuck to this foot.
A heave and sigh of water tilted the axis of doubt.
"There is no work which cannot wait," the gulls persisted, hung like mobiles in balmy air.
Sweet and stringent the lather of oil. Basted. Sizzling.
Such weary children by the end.
Such weathered skin and intoxicated purpose.
Ocean, what were you trying to teach me?
I came there different, yet all was the same - Still a man; still a boy.
Prone, yet beckoned by gravity (as you were), we both rose and fell, in endless turns that day.
A pool formed to wash away languid transgressions.
Ribbons of weed wrestled with a polished rock.
A fragment of shell steered the current.
Then a speck caught the corner of my eye.
And for the first time, everything, could be seen clearly.
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