Mexico’s West Coast
What the sun does:
Traces its descending path
from horizon to my feet.
Backlights the incoming waves,
makes transparent lace at the top.
Turns the water into silk,
a softly rippled bedsheet
translucent blue as a dream.
Touches the salty sea with love,
kisses her to say goodnight.
At the end of the dancing day,
with a tiny pause
on the water’s edge,
she lets her fire body fall.
She seems to leave,
though it’s we who spin away.
On the shore we humans
clap and holler praise-song
for the changing of the day,
for the stunning wonder of the sun.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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