sunday gloom

zoom into the sunday gloom on a saturday afternoon in june:

winds massage my shins and knees
heat holds my stomach and forehead
sand cools my left foot, my right foot rests on the left
i hear birds, voices, calm waves and helicopters

i like hearing them all at once

someone flying a kite, flag lightly waving
sunglasses lightening the force of moon-like sun’s blind stare
boats and sailboats journey close to shore
walks of life all around us

problems shriveling up into the same sand i lay on
small and insignificant, but big enough and everything