Treasure Island

elysabeth faslund

(11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

.........................Eternitys Beaches


I stood on sunsets beach, gulls circling,
skimming wavelets,
hovering fish husks...long gone.
One, lone feather, spiraling ocean incense
of lost continents at rest...out there....
Below dolphins' arced grey backs...horizon storms...
Tucked in my hair....leaving footprints
to sand crabs, I walked far, as stars quietly haloed,
crowning universes, folding glitter
into the night.

I walked to sunrise stillness, breathlessness.
Mirroring creation...one handful of water.
Down the dunes came a little child
running a kite.
'What do you see? ' Piping tiny.
'Nothing...no, nothing.'

And walked through the child,
into Eternity.

Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2009
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