Beach Ball

a poem...

Beach Ball

Green white yellow red,
Like the slices of an orange,
Color bands on a beach ball
That the wind took away
From a child's hands
On to the Sea.
And their mother ran
Into the lapping waves
To her waist, reaching,
But the ball moved too fast,
She couldn't swim,
And her child cried,
Great tears, bawling,
Her child's little face anguished.
Two small mountains,
One to the North,
One to the South,
On the arms of the bay.
The distant fishnet boats,
Their bows to the shore,
Had swung around their anchors,
And disappeared behind clouds of dust.
The hot desert Sun, the dusty blue sky,
The wind gusting
Quartz and feldspar sand grains by my eyes.
I could barely see with just one,
And watched the ball,
So filled with air it barely touched the Sea,
Bobbing, dancing away, far away.

DolphinWords

Back when I was taking Marine Science classes in early seventies at Orange Coast College, I needed to do a field trip report, so rolled off in my just purchased Chevy LUV truck to San Felipe, which is about 200 miles down the Baja Peninsula on the Gulf side...it has terrific tides...the tide goes so far out that your can hardly see the Ocean from the Town...and it comes back in right up to the edge of Town, popular with off roaders.  I took some pics for the desultory report.   Stayed one night in my tent in a crowded RV campground...went out in a rental guided fishing boat...caught giant croakers, and gave them away to the RVers...with no rule on mufflers, it was loud, just loud loud loud all the time with the bike and 4 wheeling potatopotatopotatos!!!  My "Ed Rickett's in Baja" adventure...this one an uneventful one of two such...the other, the road's washed away from a Hurricane...a tale for sometime...

DavidDavid