Walking along the shore, I wade into the shallow waters. The sun is sharp and bright. I am cautious, unwilling to go too far into the shadows under the pier. I can see where the little fishes hover, their bodies suspended just below the surface of the water. Long strands of mysterious green plants unfurl from the pilings, threatening to TWINE themselves around my legs. Like a WHARF where big ships moor, this old structure provides a safe haven for a whole host of creatures. Seduced by the promise of a glimpse into a strange and wonderous world, I inch closer to the pilings. As my toes dig into the cool sand, I shiver. Straining to see into the waters, I am rewarded with the sight of a pair of crabs as they CRAWL along. I stare, trying to record every detail of their movements and appearance. At last, satisfied, I turn back, returning to the firmer sands. The warmth of the sun is startling. I savor that delicious feeling of private discovery, grateful as always for the beach and the chance to walk there.

Georg’ann

Loud MUSIC pulses, lights flash.
Arms CARVE CRAZY patterns,
flailing like hoses released.
Miraculously no one collides.
No elbows CRACK into.
No feet stomp onto.
One man attempts to CRAWL
through the crowd
heading closer to the stage.
Here above the dance floor
I marvel at the movements.
Energetic chaos becoming
choreography. Intriguing unity.

Heather