The wooden capsule drifts on the
horizon- relaxing in memories now.
Let go, and remember your brothers.
Though the chill sea airs comes the scent of
tropical sweat, warm and alive with playful exertion.
Volcanic rock lends it's dust to thin running sandals
carrying small adventures for their own sake.
There can be time for thoughts like
these in the passage between sleep and survival.
Hands and fingers rough from rope, sea water
and coconuts- warm now to the soft ceramic
surrounding this evening's coffee, and remember what it is like to
touch another's skin.
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