Primary colors: blue, taupe, marine green.
\nPrimary sound: the gargle of the waves
\ntrounching the \u00a0shore, leaving delicate patterns
\nfiligreed on sand. I lie belly up,\u00a0arms extended,
\non a clammy towel,\u00a0eyelids fused against the sun.
\nThe air’s\u00a0saline, soggy odor permeates,
\nsaturates my lungs, slowing body functions
\nto warm, untroubled tranquility.<\/p>\n
To drowse is a pleasure, to quaver, joy,
\nfor I am basking in a sticky cloaks
\nof salt and sand which each movement gently
\nflakes off, exposing more flesh to be
\nflushed by the sun, to simmer in the sun.<\/p>\n
Overhead (I cannot see them but can hear
\ntheir sharp squawks, seagulls circles
\nagainst the cerulean sky descending invisible
\nstairways to the tidewater clams. Kindly,
\na sea breeze washed over my caramel skin.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Don’t recall why I thought sunbathing was a particularly poetic experience, but I do detect the influence of Lawrence Durrell, of whom I was an avid reader at eighteen: opening lines modeled on some from the <\/em>Alexandria Quartet itself but also a certain style and topos .of his poems<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Primary colors: blue, taupe, marine green. Primary sound: the gargle of the waves trounching the \u00a0shore, leaving delicate patterns filigreed on sand. I lie belly up,\u00a0arms extended, on a clammy towel,\u00a0eyelids fused against the sun. The air’s\u00a0saline, soggy odor permeates, saturates my lungs, slowing body functions to warm, untroubled tranquility. To drowse is a pleasure, … <\/p>\n