The Beach

Did you know that if you drill a vertical foxhole  
from the marble backstreets of Lisbon
through molten rock  
to the underside of the earth  
then slide down, feet first  
turns out you’ll reach the Kapiti coast  
In the middle of New Zealand  
Crazy huh?  
 
I’d recommend tossing down some  
tinned sardines, fresh clams,  
baby buttered snails    
and semi-aerated green wine  
As take-home mementos of Portugal  
 
Then drive a jeep  
to an undisclosed beach location  
climb up to the Iberian coastline  
traverse the grey sand steps  
made with rungs of drift wood  
Follow the long and lazy hot diamond skyline  
looking for Lucy and your lover  
They are both waiting for you  
 
Watch as you entirely lose yourself  
In the arms of oceanic boundlessness  
in exactly the right place  
with everything perfectly upside down  
and gold sequinned fabric  
gathering in folds  
wrapping the sand dunes  
with a shivery spindrift of salt-fizz  
pinching at your feet and skin  
 
He’s here with me  
in the water  
anchoring me  
taking me on a trip  
pulling me from the rips  
Offering me a fresh perspective of the world  
 
I’m so grateful  
 
Liberating  
Invigorating  
Heavenly  
 
Why would I ever want to stop?