Bali

Earth, stonesand, sea,colours of a floweryellow, white - edgedtipped pink.Night follows nightlike the wavesundulating in my head.I dream;fly over fieldsyou follow.We are sequinned,limb charged, changeling.Animal, bird, flower, fish,throbs in our cells ;we become light and spaceinvincible corpusclesconnecting sea crystalindivisible in the storm.I am cast off,sub- human;sand ,sea, shellan island where volcanotaps cloud, and the touriststrawl streets bargaininglife spoils.I am stone, flowerfrog, fish:bobbing in clear waternibbling at toesleaping from my feetscenting my pillow,frangipani.Between earthand heaven,this is the placewhere dolphins dive,beyond the spray I’mundivided solitude.Asking no questions.