Sun rose to his zenith
Clouds scudding home
Uncapping the piercing sun
Sunbeams cleaving the ocean surface
And diving into plumbless depths
Turquoise waters cradling skerries
Tides drawing in and out


People chattering and children groaning
As I step on the hem of a cliff
To captive in my camera the captivating beauty
Of waves carrying spume
Tripod is set aloft — zephyr tailgating
I stand in abeyance with Olympus
Until the gnawing wind ebb
For you to behold the bewitching photograph