La Lucertola (I) . Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Looking out into the sea, I’m blinded by the sun
A brilliant, piercing, silver light, beams down as day’s begun
This single beam, like a wedding veil, spreads the sea and feathers out,
Lighting up the sleepy sea as its foam turns roundabout.

Down below, a fisherman, in his blue painted tiny boat
Drops his orange net in hope, over rocks that seem to float,
They rise above a lazy tide then sink below the foam
And their bubbles, like a string of pearls, the sandy beaches comb.