Upon
a beachball, ladies in bikinis, not too far from the boardwalk. Like paddling,
to seize anxiety, so grand in beauty; many souls, a few dune buggies, a Frisbee
on high, floating upon winds, gripped, tugged, and tossed in return.
A soul
feels comforts, it’s invaded, a hermit decided to walk outside, he loved it,
meeting women from the neighborhood shrine: a red dot, the garbs, it felt like
holiness.
At a
lakeshore, building a sandcastle, putting seashells to one’s ears—wishing life
for you, hoping it gets better, showing truism in the presence.
Maybe
palm a starfish, sensing reality, wondering if one can capture her; bold tan
feelers, sunbathing in light, a little sunburned, tripping over sunglasses. And
Love kissed her, she looked back, to kiss in return—exotic, natural, unpredictable.
One remains
with visits, made cheerful or gloomy, wondering concerning the yogis; an
effusion at moments, eyes flushed, begging composure.
At a
shorebird, asking questions, looking for signs; many chambers, social exile,
parched and reborn—as a mind shifts and turns seas.
Unfit
for language, desperate to communicate, trapped in our cultures: caiman genes!
