I fell in love
with a secret beach that
became my own.
My days fell into nets
cast against hedonistic tides and white powdered sands.
In the kisses of the crystalline warm turquoise waters I swam
snorkeling to worlds remote
returning to the cove of the secret white sands
to gaze at fishing boats which gently rocked in the sleepy waters.
I was lulled into paradise’s rhythm.
I wandered bare foot
in the heat of lazy afternoons
drinking the juice from fresh coconuts
and eating sizzling spiced meats wrapped in banana leaves.
Searching for shade’s gentle breeze
I walked through the green palms
which kissed the crescent shaped bay
and through the glassy green cushioned fields
but I’d always return
to see the sky light up in flames.
And as darkness descended
hovering fireflies lit up the night
to guide me home
to my beach hut
where I’d sleep deeply
away from the world’s hub-bub.
I tried to leave this secret beach
I really did
but I couldn’t
and I fell into this regular rhythm.
And as the sun rose and fell
through each passing day
this beach stayed