A Poem A Day 12

The day

The day we escaped the heat,

tossed our responsible plans

and down the coast found beaches,

shimmering, the ocean still;

a sparkling pond.  We gazed from

acacia shade, then plunged, swam

in depths, so transparent our

shadows were far below and

we, suspended In  joyful

revelation of blue-green 

clarity

And after the clouds came, and

the beach emptied, still the sea

spread out like dappled glass, soft

grey light reflected, merging

Sea and sky together and

I walked out and swam in clouds

And floated in the 

horizon.

Kerry Miller