the rhythm of the waves – 16 Sept 2014, maidencombe beach

Breaking:
Drawing back again. Away again. Then rushing toward me.

We dance without the sea’s beat, and,
You said, “He’s dancing like someone’s dad. You know – like at a wedding.”

I looked and you were right.
He was.
While the waves kept time. 
Again.
Toward. 
Again. 
Push. Towards.
Pull. Away. 
Dad dancing. Off kilter. 
We watched him dance as he walked up the steps. 
Steep from the beach across the cliff. Watched him,
Dancing. 
Push. Shake. Grind. 
Step. 
Left. Right. Up. 
Step. 
Knees. Hula. 
Step. 
The waves kept time.
Towards.
Away. 
The moon and sea.
We dance. 

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