Ode to the New Year

You arrived
to the siren of cicadas
signalling a scorching start
to this first day.

We bring out togs and towels
find sunscreen, sunnies, comb
leap into cold salt spray
and plunge under curves of foam.

We entwine with surging waves
that fling us in to shore,
retreat, pull, lift, submerge.
How could we ask for more?

Though more will make its way
through coming moons and days
as we, half sleeping,
turn around the sun.

This year, its rides and tides,
has just begun.

January 2018