Little girl at head
of boat waves to
me sitting on dock
says to her parents
is she waiting for someone?

I’m making love to myself
making love to the shore
to the light
the holy blue waters
and sparkling green trees
the lights going out
on me in the shower

returning to myself
under the sun
I can wait patiently oh lord

the light flashing dim
and bright on T’s
explaining transcendental
meditation and we are sound

the relaxation of
feet rubbed in strange
synthetic shop next
to E

lunch of sleep
lack of memory
forget if I did
basic things:
taking risks
doing what makes
not hiding behind
defense mechanisms