Word Capture

It zings the page and rises, then curls like waves dashed 

into foam. To grasp a first line that leads to the vanishing point.

Where sun 

at the horizon
mystifies 

and dips behind the sea.

How to paddle out to discover
the shape of story.

It's hidden and teases, waiting 

for notions 

to collide.

A mythology of merriment,
bubbled by the waves.

Mystery exists beneath
foam left for discovery.

Anenomes bloom pink
with purpled tentacles
soothed by flow
then fingers or prey
get taken in.