Their Orange Suits
written by: T. Ahzio
They comb the waves for him
With jet ski, bucking waves
Rider on a sled, pulled from behind
Head down, searching underneath
Each roll and curl of the tide’s game
Back and forth they zigzag
Their orange suits bobbing
With reflections of the sun
A constant twinkle upon the ripples
Mosaic of light turning to glare
We watch, longer than all our breaths
Can hold, combined, in unison
Gazing down at bits of crab shells
Lost seaweed, seagull feathers
Broken sand dollars, & flat small pebbles
Where lines of old tides
Have drawn crooked lines
Like sketches across the sand
So deliberate, as if guided by hand
Then disappear, once waves relinquish
Their soft hold on the shore
camouflaging all footprints
They are still searching for him
As the sun reaches the sea
- Their Orange Suits - October 5, 2024
