The Sea’s a Salt Blue Dish

The sea’s a salt blue dish. The sun’s a golden peach.
I lay my shells in circles, each by each,
As sea and sky hold hands beyond my reach.

The sandy dimples squelch beneath my feet,
And ripples creep across the wrinkled beach.
The sea’s a salt blue dish. The sun’s a golden peach.

Along the stretch my sisters hoot and shriek.
I watch the waves and hear the seabirds screech,
As sea and sky hold hands beyond my reach.

The picnic waits beside Old Scullion’s Breach,
Where baby Molly murmurs in her sleep,
The sea’s a salt blue dish. The sun’s a golden peach.

My shrieking sisters now are out of reach,
And I’m as still as glass and lost for speech,
As sea and sky hold hands beyond my reach.

No wind, no breeze, no breath, just me,
To watch the sun spin patterns on the sea,
To watch a salt-blue dish, a golden peach,
And sea and sky hold hands beyond my reach.

© Mary Green