The first toe dip's a gentle ballet,
a fine pirouette followed with a splash
and a warm breeze's fine welcome.
Unreliable her moods
for she's just as likely to rock and roll a tempest surge
that heaves us toward shore, laughing,
occasional saltwater snorted through our nose.
I don't dare belly dance - the bikini and public
display of my midriff a memory from the distant past -
but do enjoy a bit of a (secret) salsa as I extend an arm
and gracefully leap, (leg beneath the water outstretched,
back bent) over incoming waves.
Can't decide if I prefer sunrise's gentle melody
as my feet waltz to surf's soft rhythm
while shore birds enjoy tonga lines along low tide's foam
or sunset's encore of captured color or soothing gray,
demolished sandcastles, and disappearing footprints
seemingly tap dancing their way out to sea.
by Margaret Bednar, August 18, 2017