by Stacey O’Carroll.
The sweet, mulchy, eucalyptus-tinged earth
hits my nose as we bend
and flex, around the curves.
Waves running and fluttering through my fingers
as we weave past the verge.
Bitter salt tinges my tongue as heavy
see-through drops land on my burnished skin.
Grumbling, crashing rolling overhead
and down below.
Indigo brushes darkening white foam,
as final turn pushes through green leafy canopies
into the calm of coastal paradise.