Inky chevrons doodle on calm seas,
trail from a boat lost in the sun blind
of haloed speckles in my eyes.
I just missed the bus yesterday, stood to wait for the next one at the stop across the road looking down at the sea and the sky. And there it was, the lazy calligraphy of a wake emerging from a boat hidden in the white blinding mirror of sun on seas acting like polished metal.
Yellow light angled in from behind towering clouds, their dark purples and blacks hinting at what they held. A few flecks blew onto my arms, tiny sherbet bombs that didn't melt.
The "s" word was on everyone's lips as we rode into town.