There’s a group of twilight dwellers that are twinkling every day, 

unbeknownst to the common realms of social interaction.

It’s almost magical how these mist riders’ existence is hidden from

everyday life. Riding in the dolphins’ wake, they revel

in this joyride of sorts,

each and every day.

As the lights turn amber, and the sea meets the sun,

emerge these Lilliputian giants.

Glistening

as a dew drop for which it’s become.

These sunset surfers drinking in the spray,

Catching waves, and socializing in their own way.

For the moment, in the glowing blaze, wondrously

slicing through

surface tension. They get lost in

the dream and sensation of cresting

and falling drives.

The sounds rushing through their ears, while the water

is a cascading river over their tiny bodies. Some standing,

some lying, some balance between what’s been and what’s to come, but…

they only have now. These Polynesians posture, relaxed,

as the big fish slices silently, through the water, descending on dinner.