sea grapes

had a dream last night. one of the few ones i thought i can summon back the morning after.

in it, i, still the yearling half crazed by this inexplicable urge to tramp around the lilliputian island i grew up in, was combing a parched cove.

(in my dreams, the beach is always pristine. why?) and my feet kept getting snarled by the beached vines of sea grapes.

it was such a beautiful spring day today in new york. i forgot again to scout online for a decently priced airfare for my trip back home next month.

sea grapes. what a lovely name. beauty, in whatever incarnation, is, sometimes, just enough.

i lost track of the rest of my dream. perhaps, i must have seen later a sail sighing through the swell of the afternoon riptide.