Solstice

Summer surf
Laps the sand
Hungry tongued
Froth
She frollicks
Windswept and wild
In that rarified space
Between Heaven and earth
Gulls flurry
Skybound
In the wake of children laughing
Wet hands outstretched
Against the spray
Nescient to the undertow
Cold chaos beneath the surface
The riptide deep
Legs splayed in the warm shore
They squeal
As sandcastle kingdoms
Razed by waves
Meet a watery end
Swimmers splash in liquid cadence
The ebb and flow pensive
Waiting for the saffron sun
Pooling light in the western sky
Concede to a cooler moon
Surrender the reverie
Of the longest day.
TLBoehm 2018

I reside on the 3rd coast, only a couple of miles from Big Blue aka Lake Michigan. Less windswept and wild than her Superior sister - she's still a force of nature. Like so many things in my life I cannot control - I find Big Blue both beautiful and terrifying.