I feel the wind transluscent
wash over me
and turn opaque;
impossible not to notice
as I waver from one side
to another -
decision sitting lightly,
easily strewn across
the madness of
my bedroom floor.
The sun, its rays too bright
too look at
like a pink, flourescent
bathing suit.
I turn away
and instead face down
feeling the sun warm
my cool and wind blown body.
And I am alive,
my eyes protected
by a big beach blanket,
and my face
feeling each groove of the sand;
and now I know.
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