“How do I etch every palm tree standing tall And know when to stop as each bends in the wind
How do I remember the winged smiles of mothers Sculpted with thoughts thousands of miles away A snapshot.
What will make me hear the color of red in the ocean… And feel every step and every thought of them all
Who told me to get drunk off the heat beating on my back… And taught me how to take comfort in the cool breeze?
When can I no longer hear the drops of ocean breaking away And no longer know joy in the tossing of a grain of sand
Get drunk in the luminosity around And feel the strength of a seagull’s glide The angst of dogs and devotion in their eyes When I can no longer see how brown boots go with black.