on this island
i have returned
as scavenger
searching warm
clear seas
for perfect tide
praying to gods
for skies to clear
so i may cup the waters
of warm ponds
at queen’s bath

swimming to
rocky reefs
where brief glimpses
of yellow tangfish
elude my glance
just out of reach
darting away
at the very sight of me
like yesterday’s words

sifting through
bleached sands
on empty beaches
crab-like claw hands
seek perfect shells
emptied of inhabitants
often welcoming newcomers
homesteaders for tiny shell interiors
vacated by previous tenants

i become the rocky shore
the driftwood’s salty branch
the thorny kiave
prickling the feet
of those strolling
my sands
in these perfect waters
youthful dreams
are allowed to return

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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