2 Poems from a Beach

Why We Don’t Read

The wor(l)d’s safer

with no wor(l)ds on paper.

Buoyed by my newly light self

the density of daily life

seems a poor reading of what is.

Weighted by the shame of expense

I greet the maid and feel

worse still about my white and weight.

What heavy problems could I really have?

Itinerary and passport, map reading, cash.

I glimpse your trailing orange bauble

it is sunrise and sunset both

silent beacon flashes, beckons,

out beyond where

I daily swim.