If I could love you with a place, I would love you with this.
And if I could colour my soul, I would—
in this sun and this sea.
To cover all this dark and hurt in humanity,
beneath the glow of sand;
and my hand would trace, as it has done before,
the now that is just now so
The sea drags against my feet.
The wind tugs at a sleeve:
I meet my everyone:
they are here who I breathe.