I Came To Find Beauty

This is the kind of place where people wear sensible shoes
I watch their feet. Up. Down. Painted. Clean. Dirty.
Usually I see faces, but today feet.
I look over a bit too long at the boy two stalls over.
I sure wouldn't mind if he came over, if you know what I mean.
The ocean breeze might just push him this way.
Does anyone ever think the same thing about me?
I wonder.
It's funny how our bodies mean so much to us when we are young.
The strength and perseverance of my own muscles continually amazes me.
The old lady buying cheese from me has hump so big on her back,
it looks like a cat crawled up her shirt and is curled up,
asleep below her shoulders.
God, our tall, lean, curly-haired children would be beautiful.
I'm still eyeing that boy.
She said we all come to this island to find beauty.
Maybe she's right.
I wander.

Here's To Summer

sleepy morning

summer morning

picking bouquets of weeds

in fields of sheep

the robin's whistle taunting me

the greenhouse whirs

telling me what I already know

to put on my shorts

and feel the sun on my shoulders

these long summer days

call for deep sleep at night

playing games all day

with feet black by dusk 

I cherish these days

my skin turns that golden brown

my curls a shade lighter

my body feels light too

and my heart can't help but do the same