This sea is covered with adolescents <br />learning to walk on waves, upright, <br />sometimes resting their arms on the currents, <br />sometimes gripping a stiff beam of sunlight. <br />I lie on the broad beach, an angled shape, cut perfectly, <br />and I ponder them like travelers landing. <br />An infinite fleet of yawls. I wait to see <br />a false step, or at least a grounding <br />up to knee in the diaphanous swell <br />beneath their measured progress, sounding. <br />But they are slim and calm - as well, <br />they've learned to walk on waves - and standing.<br /><br />Nichita Stanescu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adolescents-on-the-sea/
