Written by Megan Marie McDonald
The waves crash against the rocks
with the consistency of young lovers.
The moaning of the ocean
echoes through the town
and up to the top of the island.
Red kites dot the blue, water-reflected sky.
The trees sway together
dancing with the wind
to the melody of the birds' angelic voices.
The children's distant laughter
accompanies the hymn of the
virgin lawnmower from the town below.
The aroma of the freshly cut grass
invites me to inhale
and join the dance.
I twirl in circles,
free from the burden of time
as I have unlocked my handcuff
and thrown my watch
over the canyon's rock wall.
Dandelion wishes float through the air