Yellow swallows call out,
buffeted on the wind.
Millions of black birds fly in clouds,
in formation
out above the deep ocean,
cloud after cloud of them;
following shadowy fish.
The rainbow sails of the windsurfers
soar across the waves
cutting sharp and bright
before they crash deep in the depths
of the roaring turquoise mass.
More surfers wait in the shallows,
so many
they look like seals gathering at the breakers.
And I am buffeted drunkenly
across the sand by the wind
barely able to breathe.
Right here, all powers collide.
Written and photographed April 6, 2014, Scarborough Beach, Western Cape
The Silver Leaf Journal 
Wonderful Imagery!
Thank you! In the midst of nature’s forces, the lines just kind of come.
Absolutely great. You captured the moment well.
Thank you!