Waves awaken me
to the sight of pink, gray and white shells
that line the mantle,
their jaws agape
in yawns to match my own.
A window-slapping
palm tree frond,
the sun in bright dress
and yellow slippers,
coax me out of the sheets.
First cup of coffee
can barely contain itself
as, below me,
a crushed coral trail
leads through sea-grass
to spotless white sand
and foaming blue waves.
My nose is seduced
by a fragrance
of jacaranda and salt.
My skin wants in
on the warmth.
Seldom has indoors
seemed so perfunctory.
Outside is where the world is.
I throw on t-shirt, shorts,
clamber down stairs
like a man rushing into
the arms of his lover.
Is she a shoreline?
Is she an ocean?
Is she a sky?
Come on conventional divisions,
surprise me.
