Okinawa

Crystal sand and blue green ocean
The distant calls of birds, the distant waves calling me home
The shells scattered across the beach
As I ponder life, the sea's wonders I can feel under my feet

I dash towards the water and jump in pain
The closer I get to the ocean, the denser the shells become
Blood oozes out from my toe
The sunlight's warmth penetrates the wound

To the water, to the water I run
The salt stings the wound and numbs the surface
I am purified by the water
I am free and free to swim

Distant calls of seagulls and a bottle of sand
A flower print bikini and a glowing tan
The wound has long healed
The moment has been forgotten