Serenade

Sandals on my side, I listen to the waves.

My forearms, my thighs gently toast

in the shimmering sun. My back blanketed

by the balm of the boulder embracing me.

My cheeks caressed by the crunchy kisses

of the calling birds; my spirit entranced

by the serenade of swoshing waves. Lured

into jasper dreams, I fall asleep

in the fleshy folds of my Father’s palm.