The Beach at Noon

Sunlight sprinkled on the deep indigo water
and the sand ebbed and flowed with no defined shape or form
people flashed in and out of perception with the casting of the suns ray
and the wind danced a feeble waltz in and around and through me

i wonder
where does this all emerge from? and how am i here, right now, today? animate, breathing, tangeable. all five senses activated and stimulated. my mouth- stinging with that grainy salty flavor. my feet, laced with grains of skin, each tiny porcelin pin prick sheltering my skin. my eyes- blurred with rays of white streaking light- a light that tarnishes, tints, and shifts colors and shapes. i inhale a breath in a vaccuming motion- the air seeping into my lungs. i smell the sticky sweet odor of coconut oil for afar.

the sky is an epheral, watered down blue
the kind of blue that hosts infinate possibilities
the kind of blue that inspires
clouds astir and effacious, streaming in mercuial thoughts and notions

all is abberent, capricious, fluid and dexterous. i am engolfed in this wave, this fragment of agile, operative life.