Bright Blue

There is a crowd
small but growing
looking out to sea

despite the storm
I walk over
collar up, head down

people point
some are shouting
others look away

I follow the fingers
see nothing but the waves
wild and heaving

a man, talking on the phone
runs his fingers
through his hair

I look again
out to sea
nothing, nothing

a piece of wood
a strip of metal maybe

a body
a body
a body

lifeless, far below
far away

squinting, I see
long hair, a bright blue dress
the white of her face

the water rises
she rises with it
and we

can only watch
and point
and look away

Steve Denehan lives in Ireland with his family. He is an award-winning poet and the author of two chapbooks and four collections.