In my infinite smallness
looking out across the ocean
my arms are albino snakes
basking in the sun and the
hot sand burns my bare feet.
Pearls of abalone are strewn
across the sand and a
garland of stars is tied to nothing but my hand.
I am the universe lending life to
solid stone as the sun streams
down my throat where there is no voice.
A child’s laughter rings through
Ancient coves where
lovers await the rushing tide
to tumble them into the sun again.
Beneath my feet lies a carpet of Jacaranda
and my empty hands carry no burden but love.