Off the shore at Bhimli
the water is bluer than sobbed electricity
and the wind turns, startled,
smoothing its seagull skirts.
Sitting on the beach, the fishermen
untangle the nets of their stories,
speak of lovers drowned, long ago,
in a storm - their bodies,
when they were found, folded together,
like a seashell embracing
its own private death.
Someone has set his ruined bed
afloat on the sea,
made loneliness an offering,
set white sheets swelling
on a dark unrest.
As the sun goes down, I linger
in a cemetery of Dutch sailors
their graves like upturned hulls
waiting for the tide.
Note: The fishing village of Bhimli is located about 20 kms North of Vizag along the Andhra coast.