Could it be
so out of my ordinary
that I would think of
this place as such.
Wood, and sand
some rocks and
a coral reef regrown
two fish, seaweed
and a pile of shells I found.
When this place
reduces my life to
simple elements -
glass, stone
metal and plastic.
Just things,
bereft of intricate meanings
and high frequency waves
designed to manipulate.
I will live, for now
on worn out fishing boats
that stay grounded
repurposed, recycled,
to carry more weight
on land
Than they did
on water.
Miraculous, just being
here, now,
in this moment.
Phenomenal.
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