What am I lingering for, not just yet?
In the broad leaf almond shade, sand
Respiring with each gentle outreach
Skimming surge from water breaking
Beyond the inner reefs, monotonous
Languor in long awe before this
Immensity, my sight limited by:
A horizontal line, receiving a sinking
Sun each evening, sitting in my own
Micro ecosystem: crabs, snails
Burrowing, flies darting near dead
Organic matter, cast broken bits of
Weed, shells, abandoned carnage of
Ferocious benthic feeding, longing
Now to preserve this tranquility
Bottle it, that she might find
Its message and come for me.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
Guanacaste, Costa Rica
Noviembre 8, 2008