the soothing blue-
sometimes, the prescription
is in plain view-
a stark blue sky-
evenly speckled, by clouds of white
even in doubt, with spots of grey
the sweeping tide-
of blue,
and those primal memories alight-
of the beach
the ocean
the tide,
feet dangle from a dock
toes tip circles
into the crystal blue
undulations under foot
magical permutations
as light bends and folds
amongst the blues
between the pose
of toes
dangling
in the night water
still lit-
by moonlight,
fading rays
racing out
to the horizon closing
peaks of blue crests rising falling
the soothing blue-
how I can reminisce
and be transported -to you.

notes… I was just thinking about the last time I was in the Keys… specifically Islamorada, at this little hotel, maybe 12 rooms, right on the water, as it turned out there was only one family staying at the same place… and they were from Jersey (what are the odds)… the place had a private dock, it did not yard far into the water, maybe 50 feet out, they had these lights that cast just enough light, because when the moon is out you can see for miles, I sat at the end of the dock, my feet dangling in the water… I can’t think of a more perfect moment, it was a dream, the water is an aqua like you can barely describe, how can water be so blue and so clear? but it was, the sheer blue vastness married with the beauty in the details… every detail… the shadows of the palms were like fingers across the dock, slowly, gently swaying in the tropical breeze… maybe I need that scene again… all these years later…