A fisherman with one arm
throws a floating cage to capture the fish.
We walk on the jetty that slips into the water.
This blue day ends at the sea where it all began.
You flash under the glassy sun.
I wear my coral dress – a defence mechanism.
This is a sea fair. Golden bodies. Elegant species.
Everything thrown at us is fun to chase.
Children tiptoe around their perishing castle.
There are no great explosions to prove our wrong moves.
We don’t speak of dynamite, or the depths of the sea.
The remains of summer are buried in sand.
We watch the fish caught in a floating cage.
Hardly any break out of it.