To the Ocean in Summer

Poem by Jean. L. Kreiling

The barely dressed now come to worship you:

ungainly flesh squeezed into scraps of red, 

hot pink, and purple speckling your cool blue

like live confetti grossly overfed.

The riotous, unruly bodies flail

against your flawless choreography

of air and water, and their voices wail

as if to join your song, but out of key. 

Their adoration seasonal but real, 

the spandex-clad and bulging-bellied masses

attend upon you with immodest zeal

until the fevered tryst of summer passes. 

And you indulge the self-indulgent crowd,

your dazzle and your dignity unbowed. 


American Arts Quarterly, Summer 2012, Volume 29, Number 3