Cronulla, hot and cold
a tanka sequence
early Friday
after a scorched Thursday
I count five surfers
on a washed-out ocean
flat on their boards, waiting …
today, the sky
under a wrinkled sheet
of continuous cloud
refuses to wake up …
I roll back to sleep
a lone surfer
catches his chance
for a last ride
on a flattened sea …
one small win is enough
a serve of sand
with salt-enriched foam
icing-topped waves
delicious seaweed …
the beach is a smorgasbord