NICOYA

Extending, receding,
as the foam washes in
the lungs of the sea are breathing.

Hanging, suspended,
the sun streaks the sky
as each wave is upended.

And no two evenings
light the sultry atmosphere
with the same gleam.
The ocean beckons with white fingertips
Her back and forth sweeping
polishes away misgivings.

A procession of clouds
drifts in the distance,
Memories of past loves,
ethereal and shape-shifting,
nonchalant and white at first,
then tainted with nostalgic hues,
dreamy virgins turn to blushing brides,
then sleepwalk in the moonlit sky.

Contracting, receding
arteries are filled with sunset’s blessing
blood longing to mingle
with the salty rising tide.