" Rain Snapshots at the Beach"
i
Pearl sky purples above dark rocks
as rain arrives to drench the beach.
Shadow now where sun was. A scene-
change for melodrama, with lights,
thunder, and rushing figures.
ii
Addicted swimmers linger in hissing
waves as they greet the deluge.
Even Venus loafs in warm sea, careless
of wetness where elements merge,
her loose red hair dank seaweed-green.
iii
Tall, bellied grandfather, stork-legged,
frets by the ocean edge, afidget
at children who stay in amniotic
security, more known than remembered.
He half recalls sliding in waters.
iv
Sad fat man in black, soaked no longer
by sun, slowly rises from the sand,
and squelches, bubbling in thongs,
for solitary beer and fish. Always
another way to flee melancholy.
v
Sea and clouds latticed with light
subtly surpass public fireworks
but unsung, play to an empty house.
Stray worshippers applaud silently,
and smile recognition, without words.
Nothing much has happened here
apart from things that matter.
© 2002 Janet Kenny
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