Beach Scene

Untamed skin rises from roiling waves,
bathwater-smooth and kissed with salt,
then spots something below.

Head becomes feet, then nothing,
surfacing only to consider whether
something is hidden in the silt.

Sky turns to blue and dusk
as the boy, now alone,
dives again and again,
not convinced that nothing
is really nothing.

Now the night watches,
twinkling, inky, pondering
how to break him of this quest.

The night stands tall, knowing
nothing can be done to
unconvince someone who swore
that something was there.