I inhale gardenia perfume,
peer through fringed palm fronds
toward coral-reefed ocean.
Chunky quail forage, frisk damp grass
for seeds, slow-motion snails,
compete with long-legged egrets.
Sprawled upon open-air lanai,
I am stroked by afternoon trade winds,
feel my clenched soul unfold.
A catamaran rocks upon aqua swells,
framed against cinder-cone island.
Whispering surf caresses miles of white sand.