summer day

starring contest with a lizard, licking

salt off of shoulders, lips, fingers,

hair tangled up with sea weed, waves,

hands moving the sand here and there, here and there and that’s all, for hours

neck deep in hallucinations of turquoise,

grey, blue. Is the sun swooping me into

its afternoon dream? One more dip. I leave

a peach pit for the crab that tried to get my toe – not a prank but a form of appeasement. Even on the land my body

sways with a residue of long immersion.

There’s a cold honey melon waiting

in the room and a bottle of myths.