I imagine you in the low-slung bough of a giant tree

it’s skin smoothed by the weary backs of those that came before

There you rest, telling the time only by the cooling of the day

 

I see the beach with a carpet of fine white-sand

a warm sea rushes to meet your feet as you idle by

and a balmy breeze touches your shoulders with its breath

 

I hear an engine distant and moving

The shrill of a laugh, the muffled bark of a dog

The sea fizzing as its dissolves into the sands

 

There in the calm that follows the storm, in shapeless days

and nameless nights, I hope you find a peace