the same curve

over the top
of the towel
held clutched
scrunched
against my face
i peer out
across the
lamp-lit sand
to the darkness
of the water

my bathers drip
like an
out-of-time
metronome
down my legs
onto my sandy feet

the moon is a bowl
on its edge
dripping stars
so slowly
they hover

a seagull slingshots
around the moon
catches the glow
like a thermal
then slips
over the edge
and away

my eyes reach
into the water
the gentle swell
says go back
go back
but beneath
a current surges
and urges
come on!

i lie floating
my body
rises and falls
to the rhythm
of my breathing

the buzzing silence
carries dreams
like seaweed
that brush my legs
memories
like salty water
wash
and sting my eyes
the earth is speaking
and with all my senses
i listen

shadows curl and
collapse like a
handful of horizons
the dripping
has stopped
the moon
is empty
i catch the sky
in a slow curve
a gentle gesture
of the journey
to come