Bali Hai

Bali Hai: The profile of a queen, I admire you
as the mist drops down hovering
around your ears–a fallen crown.

I see no one from the sides of my eyes
just you, as the ocean folds around
my waist–a perfect lapping sound, a storm
is coming by, but never a sound just warm
drops pepper me salty. I look down through
the water watching for rocks sprawled dark
shapes sleeping turtles and zebra fish dart
by ankles unaware I am of just how much is
beyond me and so deep below me–the power pulls
me off guard a little bit further into your lair of white
caps I spot the roosters goosing through the sand–
my granny’s patchwork quilt on his side a piece
of driftwood napping for shiny black crabs.

The breeze glazes my burned, freckled skin:
I crouch down to crab my way along the water’s edge.

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