Girl in Flight

Dancing in the waves,
toes scrunching up the sand…
she is skipping over riplets
and diving deftly into swell.
Dancing like a happy thought,
bouncing like laughter echoed,
swirling gracefully, arms in air
she’s as free as a song, unsung.
Dancing as if time itself is new,
boundless energy in a whirl
of sunkissed locks.
Saltspray eagerly caresses
her upturned cheeks
while her fingers pluck rainbows
from the sky.
Dancing! For there never was
such a day
and she must capture it
in those deep green eyes.
As the currents draw her
ever closer to him…
Oh, his love will return with high tide.

- Southbroom, 2000