Ganga at the Sea

The wind almost blew away
           the tension
           the ocean spit
caught in the electric air
between our stare

but this dumb duel
  only spun out in its
  momentum and you fell
  hard and stolid

As we left the resort towns
           I had to sit at the shore
to mimic their gliding
  bodies with my thoughts
to waver in the rhythmic
  space where cold ocean breeze
  collided with warm land gust
  and play there

Mine are the graceful
  sea entities
Those that rise finned
  for breath
Who
  with no coaxing
  leap and spin

My lovely water dancers
           family-clumped
           ocean-giddy
only surfacing
  for air