Helen’s day bed
above the bay, on her mattress,
eyes closed against the tranquil day oblivious
to canopied white fishing boats below
that ply their way through fields of rippled blue,
an excavator’s drill’s clamour in the valley down
seems further off than it can be.
brown body bared in quiet calm, Helen
in her peaceful mind sinks in the sand,
warm sand, on the shores of the world.