Poem-A-Day: Day 165

Beach Bum

I touched the sky today
for a second
before the sun clipped my wings
and sent me back towards
the fiery beach.

I saw the sand coming
each grain
magnified one thousand times
until they looked like boulders,
so I braced for impact.

I didn’t die at all, no blood,
not a drop was shed
on the soft yellow boulders
caressing my body
like the hands of saviors.

I touched the sky,
and for a moment
I saw the world in a different way
as it came screaming toward me
with its mouth wide open.