Nostalgia For The Beach Poem by Zyw Zywa

The photo opens my memory
of the freedom of the beach
space where everything is possible

where I chased my fantasies
until I flew away with them
into the sky

but there was always a noose
around my ankle, with a rope
that pulled me down again

and when I took a run
and jumped into the sea, I just
washed ashore after a while

to the family at the tables
under a roof of imitation straw
with the bride in the middle

who used to crouch here and then
looked back and winked at me
while she peed in the sand