With the first rays of sunlight the sea slides towards the creamy sand
liquid glass always taking yet giving back.
Between its churning froth daybreak smiles
her image reflected back in the sea’s mirror.
I am nestled between gnarled driftwood
wooden memories of days standing tall
bearing fruit and providing shade for the forest.
Behind me living green beckons
punctuated by hoarse and challenging calls
softer when younger, bellicose when strong
they swing in the canopy overhead
somersaulting and reveling in their dexterity
Steps from the beach I pass beneath them
a colorful target for their morning amusement.
Laughing I run the gauntlet of nuts and fruits
pelting my path to return to our jungle bungalow.