a thirty seventh poem...'waiting for the sun'

On the beach at dawn,

Savages

Waiting for the sun 

To settle

Over the cove,

As pools of light

Begin nesting in

Fern gullies
On the cliffs

Above our watch,

I can feel

The coming heat on my skin.

Soon

When I plunge

Into the clear water,

Daze the little fish

That swim in spirals

Through shallows green as glass

And blown sand,

I will taste

The salt on my lips;

Then surfacing again

With a rasp in my throat

I'll come back
To the air.