three meters


a slow coconut milk breeze fails to refresh the core
of the sand, still burning with midday heat, radiates
up and out into the white blue sky,
diving into the afternoon with the speed of a feather
navigating a clifftop breeze… floating… suddenly
splashing into the water and soaked,
comes up for air only to see a wave of two, three meters, staring
down rising up into that same white blue sky with an ominous
grace and yet the moment passes so quick, so graceful, then
the instant, like all, becomes a part of the past and
she dives underneath,
sheltered by the solid barrier of an ocean stretched tight,
a hard liquid blanket separating the life above
from the one below, where the sky is just something seen
through hazy glass, and the ground is in constant movement.
a white cap ripples across the beach…


my toes reach down further into my footprint’s dream.


march 2004


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