Driving through green curves & hills,
Farms and warm winds to:
The sunshine island in my mind.
Come one, come all to see
Mom, Dad, sis and me
Float on land, and float on sea.
We touch the sky with laughter.
Our eyes flow with salt,
Our mouths fill with sand.
Our skin and cold waves.
Our skin and poisoned fish.
These are the days.
Toes dark & oily,
Hard nuggets between.
Webbed feet are made for this.
Hot metal scorches.
Greasy fried birds are eaten,
We feed the flying grays and whites.
Oh, to touch the sky with laughter.
Oh, to be so alive.