She had purple hair and a twinkle in her blue eyes
Colorful radiant granddaughter
She said she was bored and I said come here a minute
And then described what I was feeling
When I breathe in the ocean air, the smell
Is tickling the hairs in my nostrils.
Nostrils? She asks not hearing that word much.
I touched my fingers to my nose holes.
She laughed. I went on.
When I breathe in, my lungs are
Dancing back and forth so happy
To be out here with you.
I got up off the sand and we moved
To the sand pile she was creating
And we both went to work.
The world around me disappeared and
It was perfection to spend time in an environment
Surrounded by people I love
backdropped by rhythmic sounds of the ocean.
I let myself go. Worries flitted away on the wind
Aches and pains in my body disappeared
As my toes were tickled by the grains of sand
And my mind let go of time.
Over the last few weeks
I denied the desire and call of the beach
Because my mind kept constructing obstructions
Of my wanting pleasure.
First, it’s the sun will hurt me
So recent my fascial scar still hurts
Then it’s the drive is too long
And the world is not safe.
And no one wants to go with me