Ease


The chaise cradles the full length of my body,
Aligned, feet first, with the descending afternoon sun.

Eyes shaded and closed against the brilliance.
A whiff of plumeria, ginger, and salt sea
Tease my nose awake for it’s imaginings.
My memories.

The ocean waves
Fling themselves to grab the shore.
Then, spent, they pause
Regather and slip silently back.
Home.

The trade winds fill my ears,
Scour out the last rants, tiresome noise
Clanging in the chambers of my brain.

The sponge of my bones suck the tropical air
Through my mammalian flesh.
Softens my skin,
Loosens the entrails within my torso,
Smoothes the ragged fissures carved deep upon my soul.

Ease, easy ease, easy breezy ease
A place
A state of mind
A construct of living.

A single final breath.

March 17, 2016