Sinking in

Sinking in One year on I hold out my arms tip back my head and float, at last, on my South China Sea. Now aquamarine, bejeweled island of treasures flour-fine sands stamped black with feathered palms. Malaysia. Now you hold me in your hands, becalmed. At peace. I’ve sunk down into ‘settled in’. I sigh, … More Sinking in