Nusa dua (Bali)

When beach empties ofItalian beauties and the seatrembles glower grey,when the women sit on prayer matwith offerings of flowers food and incense:and the fishermen standing thigh high in undulatingcoral water, unlock their floats, place catch inbasket: a butterfly moves from fronded brancha light rain falls, then all returns to calm.Here the sand a palette of crushed coraland the dogs are digging at some deep hidden fodderwith the children playing nakedin salt water and far out beyond the reefthe breakers glitter, tossed white waterit’s only then, that paradise begins to breathe.