The sun strikes

The sun strikes

In gilded streamers

Blinding, splintering

Piercingly bright

It skims off skipping stones

Skitters through

Glitterball grains of sand

Shimmering golden

Fields

Rippled with the ebb and flow

Of the sea

Undulating, shallow banks

Glistening, slicked

By aeons of persistent

Persuasion

Barefoot islands protruding

Erosion intruding

Saltwater seabed

Softly sifted

Riptide ribbed

A sleeping giant

A monster of the deep

Resting below the silt

Breathing in

A constant drift

In and out

The water, mirrored glass

Solid enough

To walk on

Wearing Jesus sandals

Casual onlookers

Mingle

As healthy walkers

Do a sidestep

Through the lazy throng

Coffee shop tills

Jingle

As families gather

On the shingle

Everything stops

For the display

A moment of silence

An intake of breath

As water spouts

A solitary tail fin

Dips and bobs

Finding fish

Before twelve disciples

Rise, synchronise

In the round

All found it is

A memorable day

For breaking bread

There are

Dolphins in the bay.