Fingers

Dappled light plays on strong roots anchored

saline breeze murmurs whispers on skin.

He swallows liquor of entangled mangrove

feeling immune to death’s sorrows and angst.

Bubbles of scurrying crabs breathe new life

bruised past covered with stillness and shadow.

Birds soar their spirit with promise of salvation

sighing sound of the mangrove licks his loins.

Ageless bystander’s fingers, birthplace of new growth

Renaissance soil catches, builds on spanning roots.

Passionate sky streaks magenta promise in dusk

man’s mind billows adrift in solitude and peace.

Calm undertone misting and relieving his doubts

sobbing softly as he anchors new roots in his dust

sand shifting from his hands as past slips away.