sleepy at the beach, i laid a towel in the sand,
piled some under my head, got to know the inside of my hat.
it could have been a calatrava cathedral, all
natural material smelled nice, like a far-off hut in
went for a swim, floated in lotus position and
contemplated a brainlike coral head, node for
at 2 years old i wandered off and fell into a creek.
my parents found me face down, pulled me out just in
maybe that's why i have this sense i'll meet my end
by drowning. i don't mind. i feel perfect when
eyes engulfed by gentle hues, blowing bubbles so i
can settle on ocean bottom, linger there for as long
as i can.
i surface with an air of regret, stagger onto land,
ungainly, bipedal again, chilled by a steady onshore
i splash along the shore to rock seawall where ankle-high waves crash
cataclysms, find a sunwarmed
boulder almost too hot to touch, a perfect fit for
my spine, life reduced to simplest elements, i close