coconut carcass
Coconut carcasses lay in the black sand
while the heavens
paint a picture of violet soft serve ice cream.
Australians catch their last waves of the day,
foaming at the lip of infinity.
Stars start to twinkle from the other side of the island,
the city lights up
And here on the beach,
the humans
bring out their own personal stars from their pockets
as the light from their cellphones illuminate their face.
They burn their dried leaves, tasting its fragrance
and share salty kisses in between bites of French fries.
The local man turns on a lamp
to showcase his cart of grilled corn
and the multicolored lights twinkle
over saggy, sun faded bean bags.
I am effervescent
neither here nor there
I’m simply existing in the middle
The in between
It doesn’t matter if I go left or right,
either road
will be a road
worth
traveling.
Mermaid Musings 