Waves
slosh silently over the sand.
Soaring
seagulls spy meals down on the land.
Seashells
are swaying with the waves.
A
gentle wind today behaves
wafting
the smell of sweet salt spray.
Worshiping
the sun, people lay
with
slathered skin to soak the rays.
Children
sit in sand and play.
Sharks,
and jelly fish swim beneath the waves
waiting
with anxious jaws, and sharp teeth
for
an unsuspecting swimmer to eat.
Personally,
I am not an ardent admirer
of
prostrating my body on the burning beach.
My
epidermis is adequate the way it is,
without
ultraviolet radiation carcinogens
metastasizing
mutant melanoma
to
create a darker pigmented protective organ.
I
want not to propel myself through salty liquid
with
man eating animals waiting to sting, or bite me.
Becoming
part of the food chain is not my fantasy.
Blistering
sunbeam alchemy brings only agony.
I
am not a beach bunny.
I
like to swim,
but
a pool is fine
in
the evening
when
the sun is kind.
by: Paula D. Nevison
