Sea sucks sand
alternating rolls
wave after wave
of blue puff.
Dolphins’fin
Barracuda arches
& I am drifting, at sea;
my head a blue disk.
Islands roll
fully formed
from beds of volcanic
meltout.
Palm trees, ants eat
anything & me,
soft breeze, westerly
recurring and recurring sea.
High tide, new life
blessed isles
rolling in, rolling in,
just waiting for me.
