Flight of Words

It zings the page and rises

curls like waves dashed into foam.

To grasp a first line that
flies to the vanishing point.

Sun at the horizon mystifies 

then dips beyond 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.
It exists beneath
foam left for discovery.
Anenomes bloom pink
with purpled tentacles 
soothed by flow
then fingers or prey
get sucked right in.