Hop onto the bike
into the jungle we go
carving a crooked path
over rocks and mud
over sand and loam
Following a treasure map
scribbled on a post-it
X marks the “secret beach”
Toes in the sand of the water’s edge
wade into the surf
dive beneath the waves
Cleanse me of grief and sadness
take my unfulfilled expectations away with the tide
they are of no use to me anymore
Were they ever any use for me?
Can one feel sadness when surrounded by beauty?
I cannot escape either
The tide begins to rise
Eyes to the horizon
Where the sky meets the white caps
What does the future hold?
