A crashing wave fractures,
splinters, bleeds a kaleidoscope
of colors–
a rich, poignant, dye–
staining the ocean floor
with myriad shades and
florescent pigments–
beguiling tanzanite,
masteful cyan,
and the pulsing heart of a ruby.
An image forms, fluctuates as
the sea parts into two.
The lonely sailor, sunburnt
and knobbed kneed, laments
the Lord’s name off-key,
as a face is revealed, like no other,
touched with ethereal personage,
a shroud of mystique, transcendent
and fantastical,
emerges before my harrowed,
eyes that reflect the open sea.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 