Sunday beach

& BBQ’s tumble

from the street

 

the mountains

pour green velvet

in a world of

 

sunburnt sea

blue to blue

darker where

 

sea grass

floats like

turtle hair.

 

I battle with

my body: ask it

to behave

 

when all it

craves

is sleep

 

like sickness.

 

Here first world

tourists pile fat

on grease

 

munching their

way through

countries.

 

I marinate

today’s catch

while frigate bird

 

tumbles.

 

We are

overcome

with complexity

 

in this simple

world, we touch,

we change:

 

& never for

the better.