Painting By Sky Poem by Patti Masterman

the crashing expanse that would sing the ocean's bowels,
grounds belly to sand, with ever increasing tempests

the shadow of parasols sinks slowly down
swallowing lenses film what escapes the senses

the body looks well and white against the riptides,
useless words against timeless ancient rhythms,

while strapped on cameras are the muse that stirs-
the sky's painting waves, within apertures of coastline..