here is the slow old sound,
the whole thing set to rest
by the unending curls of the soft cool pacific
dropping her ears again and again
on the rocks
on the sand
on the shore.
today i can lie,
eyes in the clouds
arms and legs dangling like confetti
into the deep.
sun and surf reverberating,
perfect cool nights'
shining rays
and
elusive air through
the shuddering fingers of palms
paradise leaves but one question left.
am i the sleeper or the sleep?