As I nap in the currents
of undiluted ocean
with its vibrant sea salt
cleansing my salty soul,
I notice:
I am taller here.

Cast long,
with the shadows
uninterrupted by
my shadow is graceful
and still
and I wonder:

what might she be thinking?

Out here with me,
among the black sand dunes?

I can’t quite make out her gaze
but I feel her stillness.
The set of her shoulders
is loose
her spine is straight and
Her toes, blocks of shade
are wiggling,
burying themselves into
damp mounds of sand.

I don’t know if she hears
the waves upon the stones
but her hair is caught in embrace
by the wind
which beats and swooshes
in turn.

I hope, very much,
that she cannot tell time,
to not know that all this shall end.

But if she can,
I hope it will make
our time more precious.

Impermanent sunshine
tends to do that.


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