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.