Islands In Time

Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes. Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest. Every wave splashes me toward the permanent home beneath the sea, crabs praying on life, tangs spitting more sand, and more sand, its caught in my eyes and I most doze, bake and doze, submerge, swim until its only my toes realizing there is life, sand edging up on me from every side, counting the lines down to where there is an end, breath choked off because all the sea, and sand, and prayers, and prey can no longer get to me. I've walls of peace swaying gently like a snake hypnotized before the charming pipe to say come home, and know I'm always home, always home, praying, praising, the rise and fall of sand.