s.o.b.

stars
they delight in their place in the mind’s eye
somewhere, out there, revelled by generations of humanity
except this one— we can’t see them!
I need to find that blanket to cuddle under
to drift away and dream of how many individuals
have named how many stars
after their loved ones after their ideals
after their warped views
of what needs to be accomplished in this century

I will find them and bathe in their majestic outreach
in their luminosity
in their comfort.

ocean
what soothing plans you have for me
and my limbs
what friendliness I find in the depths
if only we had explored deeper, longer, sooner
the rumbles are not anger but a wakeup to what is important
the frequency is that metronome of nature
the constancy is that necessity of existence

I will swim there and trove for the treasures
perhaps worn by the salt
nevertheless washed by its care.

beach
such a grand landscape and reflection of the moon
its desert is a whirlpool, sucking in those introverts
expose yourselves, it calls! there’s no fear, I have warmth
I will radiate to your nerves and make them feel no shame for their condition
it conforms to whatever test it is put through
it loves to wrap around one and embrace

I will lay there and dream for relaxation
inherent in its tranquility
isolated on its surface.