We walked along the Chilaw beach,Treading on the waves,
Lapping the shore,
Before rushing back home.
Fascinated by the sea`s desolate glory,
With our trouser-legs rolled up to the knees,
We ventured a little farther,
Than the fellow strollers dared,
But would run backwards,
When a great wave caught us up,
In its relentless motion,
The shore couldn`t abate enough.
We picked foam from creamy crests,
As the tall waves genuflected,
And kissed the shore`s sandy feet,
And blew it
Like soap-suds.
‘The sea`s so generous
it doesn`t keep anything for itself …’
Said our friend,
A dweller by the sea.
‘If I was caught up in that great wave
and carried away,
would he return me ashore?’
‘It would, for sure’, added he,
‘but piecemeal!’
Neptune`s generous. But not enough.
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