sea sound
the gentle shushing
wave against the shore
my world contracts
and I
cocooned in salty silence
slide
into the sand
sea sound
the gentle shushing
wave against the shore
my world contracts
and I
cocooned in salty silence
slide
into the sand
sitting
in a green chair
the little mother
marks time
in half hours
summer day
beneath the hollow tree
the scent
of tamarinds and honey
step gently
through the shade
the bees hum
a harvest song.
tiny bird
its presence
fills the room

awake too early
shuffling through the kitchen
I startle a half moon
peeking through the skylight