Shape Story

It zings the page and rises, curls like waves dashed into foam.  Grasp a first line that leads to a vanishing point. 

Notice how sun at the horizon mystifies and dips behind the sea. 

Paddle out to discover a story's shape.

It is hidden and teases

waiting for notions to collide.

A mythology of merriment,

bubbled by the waves.

It exists beneath

foam left for discovery.

Anenomes bloom pink

with purpled tentacles 

soothed by flow

then fingers or prey

get sucked right in.

Gather flavors,  sounds of birds, colors of earth, scents of stones. 

               Arrive to speak . . . to reveal.