Chatoyance

What is it in these nacred swirls
Which around the edges flirt
And grab my eye like distant girls
Whose opalescent fashions skirt

The beach’s crystal world,
Blown along like seagulls strung
On avenues of skies, pearled
Tahitian waves hung

Like jewels on infinity,
Rippling shadows of the blind
Wild homing dance of sea,
Where my hands so quickly find,

Hidden in your shining eyes,
The South Sea ocean of your skies?

September 19th, 1990

March 31st, 2024
Kaiholu