On a Jetty| filed under: Poem, Poetry, Poems
©1990 chris abraham
Four boys carefully place their calloused feet on a jagged rock,
Toeing out into the sun-danced lagoon;
They sit, they laugh.
Small reef-fish dart: red, yellow, orange.
Boys reclining in the white afternoon.
A thick balm of ripe guava and banana wafts and mingles with dry brine.
The loafing glide of an eagle ray catches a pair of boy's eyes,
He smiles, ivory teeth simpering from sun-browned skin.
The blunt-nosed ray trails its barbed tail, flops its fins in the water.
The lithe boy lifts a sharp delicate staff, several times his height;
A quick jerk sends the smooth vibrating shaft deep past sandpaper hide and through cartilage.
The delta-winged fish slowly flaps at the end of the pole.
A quick tug dislodges the spear,
And movement ceases.
In the late afternoon, an acetylene sun sears distinction between sky and sea;
Lapping reflections: sapphires and emeralds.
Four boys recline, gaze out towards the horizon.Pacific.