Christmas On The Beach

Maya strolls the beach

in a soft trance.

Slow like water,

Slow like a dream,

Slow like stars rising over the ocean.

Sun glinting copper on her hair.

Her eyes are wide open,

but she's not seeing the same world you see.

Her bare feet are kicking up little sprays of sand,

and that's strange because you swear

she's walking inches above the dunes.

She stops at the old stone circle 

in front of the light house,

her sisters are all there

standing on the stones.

She steps into the circle,

folds her hands

and whispers."Om."

She starts to unbutton her white cotton dress,

slow like a hurricane

slow like lightning.

She slips it off her shoulders

and her body becomes perfect light.

Perfect light, perfect light,

just before it turns to dust and wind.